Fay Estabrook: Wait a minute, when's your birthday?
Lew Harper: June 2
Fay Estabrook: [obviously worried by what Harper has just told her] June 2! June 2! Gemini! Oh, Geminis are supposed to be cold hearted! You're not cold hearted are you, dumpling
Lew Harper: [Leering at Fay's ample chest] Hell no! Why big dawgs is always licking my hands!

Betty Fraley: hearing Fay banging helplessly on the door of the closet Harper has locked her inside Fay'll get out...
Betty Fraley: dismissively A fat, barefoot alcoholic? Sure she will

Albert Graves: Aw, hell.
Lew Harper: Aw, hell.

Albert Graves: Did you meet Sampson's daughter?
Lew Harper: That ugly, skinny kid? Yeah, we passed in the night.
Albert Graves: [Takes out a cheesecake picture of Miranda] Oh, Lew, isn't she incredible?
Lew Harper: Oh boy, you dirty old man.
Albert Graves: Go on. You think I'm too old.
Lew Harper: Nah. When she's a hundred, you only be a hundred and twenty-four.
Albert Graves: You think I'm old enough to be her father.
Lew Harper: You're old enough to be her *grandfather*.
Albert Graves: Ah, go to hell.
Lew Harper: Solid Citizen Albert, hung up on a chick at your age. That's a hoot!

Claude: I'm sorry. You may not come onto holy ground. You've not been purified. I was once a lost and evil man, blind-hearted and sinful. Miranda, here, can tell you that. But then the sword of the blessed sun slew the black beast of the flesh, and I was purified at last.
Lew Harper: Can't I just look around?
Claude: You'll be risking the wrath of the sun god.
Lew Harper: I'm lionhearted.

[Harper has slung some lines at the bartender, pretending to be a bookie from Vegas]
Bartender: Y'know, I would've guessed you were from Vegas.
Lew Harper: No kiddin'... you can tell, you can really tell. You must be "physic!"
Bartender: "Psychic," you mean.