Cyndi Lauper credited as playing...
Sylvia Pickel
- 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.
- Sylvia Pickel: [affecting a snobbish accent] Will someone please settle this? In a Rolls Royce Corniche, the bar opens from left to right, not right to left, doesn't it?
- Dr. Weiner: All right Miss Pickle.
- Sylvia Pickel: That's PickELL, Dr. Whiney.
- Dr. Weiner: Whine-er
- Sylvia Pickel: Sorry.
- 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.
- 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!
- Dr. Harrison Steele: And you're available in the next three months? I can count on you?
- Sylvia Pickel: You can count on me, draw on me, anything you want.
- Sylvia Pickel: She says your girlfriend Hillary.
- Nick Deezy: Hillary! Yes, is she hurt? Is there something the matter?
- Sylvia Pickel: Worse. She's playing bouncy-bouncy with another guy. I'm trying to be as delicate as I can.
- 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.
- Nick Deezy: I brought my own food. I'm taking no chances. This is all dehydrated.
- Sylvia Pickel: So are you.
- Sylvia Pickel: I had to get outta that place. My body was still there, but, my mind would escape. Louise helped me do it.
- Nick Deezy: Where would you go?
- Sylvia Pickel: Anywhere I was happy. Like the movies! You know how hard it is to buy Goobers when you're outta your body?
- Nick Deezy: I'm going to give it some more thought.
- Sylvia Pickel: Why? Your life is in a shambles anyway.
- Nick Deezy: No. No, it's not in a shambles. It's in a mild state of disarray.