Pepe: Pobrecita.
Sam: Oh, no, she's like that all the time. I mean, this isn't even a bad day for her.
Pepe: Son todas las babes de Boston locos como esta?
Sam: No, no. She's kind of the queen of loco. I mean, she was nutty the first day I met her. She's... She's hyper. You know what I mean, hyper? All she thinks about is her stupid career and she keeps blowing it. And I can't tell you how many times I've had to pull that lady's fat out of the fire. Get this, you know. This is her latest escapade. She wants me to pretend to be her fiance, 'cause she doesn't want to marry this pint-size executive back home. What do I get for my troubles? A gun stuck in my face. You know what the sorriest thing is? Me. I still like her. Why is that, Pepe?
Pepe: Nice buns, Sammy?
Sam: You people see things so clearly.