- Sally: Hello, Mr. Gordon.
- Mr. Gordon: Hello, Sally.
- Sally: How's business?
- Mr. Gordon: Well, can't complain. And even if I could...
- Sally: Who would listen?
- Sally: Ruby, give me the knife or I swear I'll rip out your tongue by the roots and feed it to the dog!
- Ruby Diamon: We don't have a dog. We ate it, remember?
- Sally: Well, then I'll get another one and then we'll see what happens!
- Sally: Ruby, I'm home.
- Ruby Diamon: Well, it's about time. My supper's almost ruined. Did you get groceries? Did you get drinks?
- Sally: They're outside.
- Ruby Diamon: Oh, that blond lady was back up at the house again today. You know, the one who has the pointy titties? Her and some guy I didn't know were looking around.
- Sally: Shit! Why didn't you say something?
- Ruby Diamon: I just did.
- Sally: The blond lady is obviously Cynthia Prescott. That bitch is gonna be trouble.
- Ruby Diamon: Trouble like here in River City?
- Sally: No. Harvey Fucking Benton trouble. He's been building, and building, and working his way towards us like a swarm of locusts. Little Miss Barbie Doll is his calling card.
- Ruby Diamon: Well, fuck a furry duck.
- Sally: Ruby! Don't talk like that! You should never fuck farm animals. It'll rot your twinky off and make you smell funny.