Peter Falk aufgeführt in der Rolle von...
Harry Buscafusco
- Harry Buscafusco: May I ask, why d'ya keep a shotgun in your apartment?
- Sylvia Pickel: It's not really mine. An old boyfriend left it here.
- Harry Buscafusco: Why did he keep it?
- Sylvia Pickel: I don't really know. You don't ask a guy named Icepick too many questions.
- Harry Buscafusco: Y'know what's happening here? You two are feelin' a lot of sexual tension as a result of the near miss in Nick's tent last night. Why don't you guys work that out? I'll turn around, give you a couple minutes. Have a good time.
- Nick Deezy: [Immediately] Harry, you can turn around now.
- Harry Buscafusco: Already? I'd see a doctor about that.
- Nick Deezy: [as they set off to find Harry, Jr., Nick holds the shirt Harry gave him] This isn't your son's shirt.
- Harry Buscafusco: Sure it is.
- Nick Deezy: No. This shirt's only been worn by one man, an older man much too old to be your son.
- Harry Buscafusco: Did I say my son? No! I'm sorry. I'm *his* son. It's my father that's missin', Harry, Sr.
- Nick Deezy: He's not that old, he's about your age.
- Harry Buscafusco: I'm adopted. My mother remarried. One of my high school buddies. She saw his picture in my yearbook and, WHAMMO.
- Nick Deezy: [Sylvia and Nick are kissing] You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?
- Sylvia Pickel: Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.
- Nick Deezy: What do you mean?
- Sylvia Pickel: What do you mean?
- Nick Deezy: Do for me? What, like now?
- Sylvia Pickel: What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.
- Nick Deezy: I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.
- Sylvia Pickel: I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.
- Nick Deezy: Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.
- Sylvia Pickel: Ok...
- [adopts a sarcastic tone]
- Sylvia Pickel: I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you.
- [reverts to normal voice]
- Sylvia Pickel: Are you happy now?
- Nick Deezy: Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarassing evening?
- [Sylvia gasps]
- Nick Deezy: No no no, please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.
- Sylvia Pickel: Screw you!
- Nick Deezy: No thanks!
- Sylvia Pickel: Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.
- Harry Buscafusco: [enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet] Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?
- Sylvia Pickel: Who gives a shit?
- [leaves the tent]
- Harry Buscafusco: What's the matter with her?
- Nick Deezy: I wouldn't sleep with her!
- Harry Buscafusco: Really?
- [grins]
- Harry Buscafusco: Sylllviaaaa!
- Nick Deezy: A women. She's dead.
- Harry Buscafusco: Dead? A woman? Where?
- Nick Deezy: She's easy to find she's the one that's dea... that's odd.
- Sylvia Pickel: The police must have hauled her off,
- Nick Deezy: No, no, no, it's only been 5 minutes and we'd have hear the police. there'd be one of those chalk outlines of the body.
- Harry Buscafusco: Maybe she bounced, like outta the hotel. Women are soft.
- Sylvia Pickel: A gang! A gang took her away so that no questions could be asked.
- Harry Buscafusco: So we're discounting the bouncing theory?
- Nick Deezy: Completely. A gang that's gonna take another shot at me.
- Sylvia Pickel: Louise says gang.
- Harry Buscafusco: Well, gangs are not necessarily bad. Ya know there are nice gangs. There was Our Gang, Alfalfa, Buckwheat...
- Harry Buscafusco: He was a brilliant guy. Now, he could hold an in depth conversation with a cannoli.
- Sylvia Pickel: Is he married?
- Harry Buscafusco: After your fight last night, you should have slept with me.
- Sylvia Pickel: What good would that have done?
- Harry Buscafusco: It would have done me a lot of good.
- Nick Deezy: What is it?
- Sylvia Pickel: It's Louise. She's very upset. She says there's a tremendous psychic energy on this floor.
- Harry Buscafusco: Probably somebody getting a sponge bath. I know that makes me crazy.
- Nurse: You give me any more trouble, I break you like a twig! Understand?
- Harry Buscafusco: I get it. I love your last movie. What was that called? "Conan, the Nurse"?
- Sylvia Pickel: She's trying to protect us.
- Harry Buscafusco: From what?
- Sylvia Pickel: From death and - horrible agony.
- Harry Buscafusco: Well, we're going to have to look beyond that.
- Harry Buscafusco: Nick is a totally honorable guy. Despite that, I like him.
- Sylvia Pickel: Oh, yeah? Well, tell me somethin'. Where is that talking frankfurter?