- Jennifer: I sell direct... to high-school girls.
- Lucky: I know all of Jennifer's haunts. I'll pick up her trail and track her down and conk her. Strip her naked and drive her out to the country... cuff her, grill her, starve her, grill her, starve her until she signs she butchered Johnson and stole your song. But I won't kill her.
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