QUINT: Son of a bitch!

Goddamn women today, they can't handle nothing.

Young girls just ain't quite smart

Don't you worry about it, Chief.

It won't be permanent. You want to see something permanent?

(LAUGHS)

You want to feel something permanent?

Just put your hand underneath my cap. You feel that little lump?

Knocko Nolans, St. Patty's Day, Boston.

I got that beat.

It's a moray eel. It bit right through my wet suit.

Well, Hoop, now, listen

I don't know about that, but I entered an arm-wrestling contest

in a bar in San Francisco. See this?

I can't extend that. You know why?

'Cause in the semi-final

celebrating my third wife's demise,

big Chinese fellow, he pulled me right over.

(LAUGHS)

Look at that.