Dante 'Pig' Pignetti: It's always 'fuck, shit, piss' all the time around here, I mean, if she could hear it, it would embarrass her.

[looks at a picture of his girlfriend]

Will: But Pig, this is a photograph.

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti: I know that!

Will: It can't see, smell, hear, taste. Right? Mark... Now Mr. Santoro, if you please, address a few obscene remarks to this totally inanimate photograph.

Mark: Jesus, would you look at the tits on that bitch!

Will: Pig, how we doin'?

[Pig is trying to control himself]

Will: Tradd?

Tradd: My, would I dearly love to play a little 'hide the sausage' with that spectacular piece of wop-ass.

Will: Pig?

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti: She... She can't hear ya!

Will: That a boy!

[Takes the picture]

Will: Hi baby. How'd you like a hot flesh injection with the old pork-sword, huh? Nine inches of steaming conga up that tight little...

Dante 'Pig' Pignetti: I'M GONNA KILL YA!