Mrs. Dubcek: What are you so worried about? Those guys?
Tommy: Don't look at 'em!
Mrs. Dubcek: You can't judge people by the way they look. Those guys are just a bunch of pussycats. Watch me, boys.
Harry: Don't go over there.
Mrs. Dubcek: Hi, boys. Is this seat taken?
Riff: Ooh, it is now.
Mr: Oh. Now, which one of you big fellas is gonna buy me a beer?
Riff: I will. How about a beer for the pretty lady?
Mrs. Dubcek: Oh, you're what I like to call burly.