Harry Shapiro:
[after a shot of schnapps Sefton brewed]
Mr. Management, what are you tryin' to do? Embalm us while we're still alive?
Sefton:
What'd you expect for two cigarettes? Eight-year-old bottle-in-bond? All the house guarantees is you don't go blind.
Animal:
Blind? Harry! Harry! Harry, I'm blind, Harry. Harry, where are you? I can't see you. I'm blind, Harry. Harry. Harry, I'm blind.
Harry Shapiro:
Blind? How stupid can you get, Animal?
[he raises takes Animal's hat, which has been covering his eyes]
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