Bulldog: Hey.
Steven: Oh. Excuse me, is this Roz Doyle's apartment?
Bulldog: Yeah, yeah. Are you her date?
Steven: Yeah.
Bulldog: Listen up, if you go out with Roz tonight, I will rip off your arm, ram it down your throat and use it to squeeze your heart until it stops beating. [to Alice] Who's my pretty girl? [grabs Steve] Okay, dirtball. As soon as you get out of here, you call Roz and you cancel like a gentleman. As far as she's concerned, this conversation never took place. Got it?
Steven: Who are you?
Bulldog: I'm your worse nightmare, the babysitter!