el Keefer: Just cut it out, ok? rlos Delgado: Why? el Keefer: I mean it. There's nothing going on here, ok? rlos Delgado: [pointing at a square of butter that Louise pressed against her nipple and put on the table for Joel and Carlos to look at] Nothing going on? What do you think that is? Graumann's Chinese tit?

rlos Delgado: Excuse me, but your boss, he invited both of us to dinner, man. el Keefer: That's because he thinks we're friends. rlos Delgado: But, we are friends. el Keefer: We are NOT friends! rlos Delgado: You know, you can kiss my johnson man.

itre D': Ah, it’s Monsieur Keefer and his... special friend. rlos Delgado: [pointing to Joel] He can kiss my johnson.