Mary: Well, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a singer. You know, a torch singer, like Peggy Lee or Ella Fitzgerald. I even had a stage name picked out. Marlena Albrecht.
Dick: Marlena.
Mary: A smoky room a martini in my hand spotlight, just me, center stage.
Dick: With a hep cat backing you up on a standup bass. [mimicking bass]
Mary: I'd wear gloves. Long, black gloves.
Dick: I'd have an opium problem.
Mary: Slap that bass!
Nina: You are some messed-up White people.