The night's as hot as hell. It's a lousy room in a lousy part of a lousy town - I'm staring at a goddess. She's telling me she wants me. I'm not going to waste one more minute wondering how I've gotten this lucky. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman.
Marv:
I don't hear you giving me any name, jerk. Guess when I shot you in the belly, I aimed a little too high.