Jack Walsh: Where am I? I’m in Boise, Idaho; no, no, no, wait a minute: I’m in Anchorage, Alaska. No, no, wait: I’m in Casper, Wyoming; I’m in the lobby of a Howard Johnson’s and I’m wearing a pink carnation.
Eddie Moscone: What the fuck are you talking about?
Jack Walsh: I am not talking to you, I am talking to the other guys.
Eddie Moscone: What other guys?
Jack Walsh: Well, let me describe the scene to you: There are these guys, see? They’ve probably been up for like two days; they stink of B.O.; they have coffee breath; they’re constipated from sittin’ on their asses for so long; they’re sitting in a van, and they’re probably parked right up the street from your office Eddie, YOUR PHONE IS TAPPED!