Vincent: Hey, ya put the bait out and all the coyotes show their ugly snouts. They all start howling, and quite loudly if I do say so myself.

That is heat, people. Heat only a fire demon like Yamato can generate. I mean sure, he doesn't speak English because he believes it is below him. He is pure bred Okinawan. However, Miss Sawyer, I assure you that I am not. So he, we, accept your challenge. We accept the challenge of a simple woman who lives with what appears to be a manically depressed roomate.

Doctor Honkey, you dare make light of the most dangerous man in America? We will disregard you for now.

As for YOU, Frodo Smackins, after my client decimates Miss Sawyer, he would more than love to destroy your dwarven self in this extreme environment.

Last, and certainly least, Swagmire...

Who do you think you are?

Vincent points at Yamato who stands like a statue, head bowed.

Vincent: This, my boy, is a world class fighter. An extreme warrior of the highest caliber. He doesn't wallow in feces and semen, you plesbian. So your challenge, lacking class and professionalism is not accepted. I spit on your jest. This is business, boy. Not the twisted sexual fantasy of a moronic pervert.

Thornbird spits on the floor, signifying his disrespect of Swagmire.