"No, I don't follow you. I don't know what the hell you're talking about.."
"These are the kind of nose clams that make you want to dance the night away."
"I don't get what the hell you're talking about..."
"These are the kind of nose clams that you crush up into a line of white powder and you snort them up your nose and they make you high. You use a dollar bill or a straw to do it, they come from Columbia, they're illegal, and they rhyme with 'propane'."
"So you want to sell me cocaine, why didn't you just come out and say it?"