Arthur Adamson: Isn't it touching how a perfect murder has kept our friendship alive all these years.
Blanche: You're a fink.
George: If I'm a fink then you're an ungrateful bitch.
George: Smells fishy to me.
Blanche: Well even fish smells good when you're starving to death.
Constantine: When a guy like me gets kidnapped by a woman, he wants her to be twenty-five.