I know who the killer is. I figured it out. Reggie Jackson. What the f*ck is wrong with...

Woodstock: I know who the killer is. I figured it out. Reggie Jackson. Anthony: What the f*ck is wrong with you? Joey T: What's the matter with you? Woodstock: I'm serious. Son of Sam. Uncle Sam. Yankee Doodle Dandy. Bronx Bombers. New York f*ckin' Yankees. Brian: What, he makes an ass of you. You don't know. Woodstock: What kind of guns does the killer use? 44 caliber, right? What's Reggie's number? 44.

- They stick around the murder scene. - See who comes by. Shut the fuck up! I swear I only saw victims. Fuck you. I didn't see no bodies. Don't start spreading that shit. What's the matter with you? Leave him alone. That's real funny. You're fucking funny. - What's the matter? Can't take a joke? - No, I can't! Vinny, relax, will you? Here, come on. Take a half a 'lude. Go home and get some sleep. Relax. Can't take a joke. One 'lude won't work on him. Take a fucking walk and leave him alone. Look at this fucking creature crawling out of the bay. - Guys, I got lobsters. Live lobsters. - What have you got? Live lobsters. Two dollars each. You stealing traps now? They'll shoot you. Where were you last night? You shoot two people? - I only shoot heroin. - These are broke.