Med risk för att vara lite sen i tråden så vill jag nog säga att följande är det bästa i filmen.
Floris har raggat på Craig men blivit nobbad och Dr. Lester sticker fram huvudet.
Dr. Lester: Don't toy with Floris, Schwartz. Why, if I were eighty years younger, I'd box your ears.
Craig: I wasn't toying with her, sir. I was just... How old are you?
Dr. Lester: One hundred and five. Carrot juice.
(Paus) Lot's of it. I swear, it's almost not worth it. I piss orange. Oh, and I, have to piss sitting down... like a godamn girly... every fifteen minutes. But nobody wants to die, Schwartz.
Craig: I'll keep that in mind, sir.
Dr. Lester: No sir-e-bob, I don't die. But what I do is get older, wrinkled like a former plum that's become the wrinkled prune you see before you. Oh, to be a young man again, maybe then Floris would care for me.
Craig: The elderly have so much to offer, sir. They are our link with history.
Dr. Lester: I don't want to be your godamn link, damn you. I want to feel Floris' naked thighs against my own. I want to know passion. I want my body to inspire lust in that beautiful, complex woman. I want her to shiver in a spasm of ecstasy when I penetrate her. Oh, God, the agony of the flesh, Schwartz.
Craig: Dr. Lester, while I am flattered that you share your feelings with me, I believe perhaps the workplace is not the most suitable environment for this type of discussion.
Dr. Lester: All right. Meet me at the Juicy-Juice Juice Bar after work today and I'll spill my goddamn guts for you.
Senare på Juice baren
Dr. Lester: Imagine a room full of women. Nubile, blonde, wet with desire, Schwartz. A harem, if you will. Me in leather. A harness, if you like. I am the object of this desire, and all eyes are on me as I speak. “Ladies,” I begin. “I am the love god, Eros. I intoxicate you. My spunk is to you manna from heaven...
Det kanske inte är så roligt att läsa men Dr. Lesters rollfigur är så perfekt för den här dialogen med Craig!
