Perry: Merry Christmas, sorry I f_cked you over.
Harry: No problem. Don't quit your gay job.

Harry: I swear to God, it's like somebody took America by the East Coast, and shook it, and all the normal girls managed to hang on.

Harry: I peed on the corpse. Can they do, like, and ID from that?
Perry: I'm sorry, you peed on...?
Harry: On the corpse. My question is...
Perry: No, my question. I get to go first. Why in pluperfect hell would you pee on a corpse?

Perry: I shot him with a small revolver I keep near my balls.