“Why don’t you call, you swine, and announce your approach!”

“God's mercy on you degenerate swine.”

“You gotta have a swine to show you where the truffles are.”

“(Man at dinner table) Bet you don't know what a male swan is called. (Woman at dinner table) Sure I do. A swine.”

“This is Buford,” Leo announced.
“You name your furniture?” Frank asked.”

“So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.”

“Don’t permit your existence to be the sole reason people in need approach.”

“Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so?
There's a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar.”

“No, you don’t need to help me. But if you don’t, there’s nothing stopping me from calling you up again and again, now that I know you can’t kill me. Think of it as me leaning against your Heavenly doorbell… forever.”

“Call me or I’ll call you, but one of us will call, yes? What I mean is it’s not a competition. You don’t lose I you phone first.”