Joe Lye: Think the old man will be getting here pretty soon?
Victor Amato: Why? You got something better to do?
Joe Lye: I didn't say so.
Victor Amato: That broken-down movie star waiting outside?
Joe Lye: She's retired, not broken-down.
Victor Amato: Sensitive about that tomato, ain't ya?
Joe Lye: Oh, Kay's alright.
Victor Amato: Good-looking?
Joe Lye: So-so.
Victor Amato: That where you were? Her apartment?
Joe Lye: Yeah.
Victor Amato: Doing what?
Joe Lye: Having dinner.
Victor Amato: For instance, like what?
Joe Lye: What's the difference, Vic? Couple of Martinis and steak, if you have to know.
Victor Amato: Martinis. Steaks. Fancy. Just like one of her old movies. Pretty soon, uh, you're liable to be hearing wedding bells.
Joe Lye: Not me, Vic.
Victor Amato: Good! Now, stay smart. Boy, you've got the life, Joe. Not like it was in the death house.
Joe Lye: Please, Vic. Lay off.
Victor Amato: Those guards told me how you used to pray every night. Get down on your knees like you were in church. Why'd you do it?
Joe Lye: I don't know. The place softens you up.
[he twitches]
Victor Amato: Ought to get that face of yours fixed. Twitches all the time. Looks lousy.
Joe Lye: I know, I know. Doc says I do it because I got things on my mind.
Victor Amato: Thinks you're nuts!
Joe Lye: [angrily] Cut it out, will ya, Vic?
Victor Amato: You shouldn't have worried in the death house. Didn't you know I'd spring you?
Joe Lye: Well, time was running out.
Victor Amato: So you wasted it, praying to the wrong people. You just keep praying to Vic Amato. Things will keep working out.
