- [Laying on the ground as a woman passes by]
- Kevin Cole: Her dress is so short, you can see her clint.
- Brian: What?
- Kevin Cole: Her clint, it's in her pussy.
- Howie: You mean "clit."
- Kevin Cole: Fuck you, I mean like... clintasaurus.
- Howie: It's clitoris, you fuckin' idiot.
- Kevin Cole: It's a CLINT.
- Brian: Yeah, like you can see Clint Eastwood in her pussy.
- [last lines]
- Howie: L.I.E. Long Island Expressway. You got the lanes going east, and you got the lanes going west. And you also got the lanes going straight to hell. Lot of people died on it. Harry Chapin, Alan Pakula, the movie director. Sylvia Blitzer, my mom. But I'm not gonna let it get me.
- [Flipping through a magazine]
- Kevin Cole: Hey-hey, it's Captain Kirk. Ever see that old Star Trek show where there's a bad Captain Kirk and a good one? And Spock, and Dr. Phones...
- Brian: You mean "Bones"?
- Kevin Cole: What? It's Phones McCoy.
- Brian: "Bones" is a nickname for doctor, idiot.
- Kevin Cole: No, it's like get the doctor on the phone, like house calls.
- Brian: It's BONES.
- Kevin Cole: It's Phones.
- Big John Harrigan: And if I was a spy, what would you think of me then ?
- Howie: Well, I'd think that you are just like James Bond except James Bond doesn't go around blowing boys.
- Big John Harrigan: [Talking with Howie about Gary] You must be the only guy on Long Island who hasn't fucked him. Such a slut. The only thing that hasn't been used on him is his brain.
- Howie: On the Long Island Expressway there are lanes going east, lanes going west, and lanes going straight to hell.
- Gary: I think he's trying to say it's not politically correct to fuck your sister.
- Kevin Cole: We're not even old enough to *vote*, so that's a stupid joke Blitzer.
- [first lines]
- Howie: L.I.E. Long Island Expressway. You got the lanes going east, and you got the lanes going west. And you also got the lanes going straight to hell. Lot of people died on it. Harry Chapin, Alan Pakula, the movie director. You probably heard of them. But you never heard of Sylvia Blitzer, my mom. She died on a crash on Exit 52. I really miss her. It's taken a lot of people and I hope it doesn't get me.
- Big John Harrigan: What are you people doing to me?
- Big John Harrigan: Don't you know this is delicate work?
- Howie: [sitting in police station waiting room] What if no one comes for me?
- Desk Sergeant: [distracted] What?
- Howie: What if no one comes for me?
- Desk Sergeant: [smirks] I guess we'll have to put you in jail then.
- [chuckles]
- Desk Sergeant: [indicating Howie] Oh, this one's yours, huh?
- Big John Harrigan: Don't wish that on me, it's my sister's kid, my nephew.
- Desk Sergeant: Ah, man, if I'd have known we could have done something.
- Big John Harrigan: Ah, that's alright, this kid's squeeky clean. Did they question him?
- Desk Sergeant: No, not yet. They tried to contact the parents, but you can take him, you know.
- Brian: Howie, if you do stuff with guys, that's gay stuff. If you do stuff with girls, that's straight stuff.