- Luka - Age 10: Are you some kind of prisoner?
- Giorgio Corolla: Possibly, but only of my own physical deformities.
- Luka - Age 10: You're not eating?
- Giorgio Corolla: Help yourself.
- Luka - Age 10: Whats that stink in here? Do you go in your pants?
- Giorgio Corolla: [chuckles] No, not today, fortunatly
- Luka - Age 10: How old are you?
- Giorgio Corolla: Older then anyone anticipated I would ever live to be, especially my father. How old are you?
- Luka - Age 10: I dunno... Watcha got all these books for?
- Giorgio Corolla: I read.
- Luka - Age 10: You're a gargoyle! I like you, pig face.
- Giorgio Corolla: [referring to the gun in Luka's hands] Where in God's name did you get that, Luka?
- Luka: Where we get everything... Mail order! Charged to your Papa. Now tell me about the poisons. Stricknai... Nice word... Like music!