Violet: You seem uncomfortable. Do I make you nervous, Corky?
Corky: No. (drinks from beer bottle)
Violet: Thirsty, maybe?
Violet: That's a great tattoo. Beautiful labrys. Are you surprised I know what it is?
Corky: Maybe.
Violet: I have a tattoo. Would you like to see it?
Corky: What are you doing?
Violet: Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to seduce you.
Corky: Why?
Violet: Because I want... to. I've wanted to ever since I saw you that day in the elevator. I know you don't believe me, but I can prove it to you. You can't believe what you see. But you can believe... what you feel. I've been thinking about you all day.
Violet: We're not that different, Corky.
Corky: Ah, let's see. This is the part where you tell me what matters is on the inside, and that inside of you there's a little dyke just like me.
Violet: No, she's nothing like you. She's a whole lot smarter than you are.
Violet: Caesar, I'm leaving.
Caesar: What? Oh, come on, I didn't use one of the good towels.
Caesar: What did she do to you?
Violet: Everything you couldn't.
Caesar: You don't wanna shoot me, Vi. Do ya. Do ya? I know you don't.
Violet: Caesar, you don't know shit.
Corky: You know what the difference is between you and me, Violet?
Violet: No.
Corky: Me neither.