Sylvia Pickel Quotes in Vibes (1988)

Harry Buscafusco: May I ask, why d'ya keep a shotgun in your apartment?

Sylvia Pickel: It's not really mine. An old boyfriend left it here.

Harry Buscafusco: Why did he keep it?

Sylvia Pickel: I don't really know. You don't ask a guy named Icepick too many questions.

Sylvia Pickel: I'd give you the finger but I'm too refined.

Sylvia Pickel: You're very brave.

Nick Deezy: Everybody looks brave holding a machinegun.

Nick Deezy: To whom were you speaking?

Sylvia Pickel: To youm.

Sylvia Pickel: What's your problem, aside from your face?

Sylvia Pickel: [affecting a snobbish accent] Will someone please settle this? In a Rolls Royce Corniche, the bar opens from left to right, not right to left, doesn't it?

Sylvia Pickel: I'm surprised all women haven't tried to kill you!

Dr. Weiner: All right Miss Pickle.

Sylvia Pickel: That's PickELL, Dr. Whiney.

Dr. Weiner: Whine-er

Sylvia Pickel: Sorry.

Nick Deezy: I brought my own food. I'm taking no chances. This is all dehydrated.

Sylvia Pickel: So are you.

Nick Deezy: [Sylvia and Nick are kissing] You know, I'm curious. When did you decide you liked me?

Sylvia Pickel: Oh... I guess when you tried to save my life. I... I appreciated that. I thought back then, He's really nice. I thought, If there was ever anything I could do for him, I will.

Nick Deezy: What do you mean?

Sylvia Pickel: What do you mean?

Nick Deezy: Do for me? What, like now?

Sylvia Pickel: What's happening here? A minute ago you were ready to disappear down my throat.

Nick Deezy: I don't know. This is, uh, starting to sound a little like... charity.

Sylvia Pickel: I must have said the wrong words. I admit, I'm not that smart. I'm not a museum person.

Nick Deezy: Well, you know, the way it's coming out, you're looking for a little action, there's nobody here but me and Harry, and I won. But not by much.

Sylvia Pickel: Ok...

[adopts a sarcastic tone]

Sylvia Pickel: I want you bad, alright? I dream about you and me and a house in Long Island. I'm only half a woman 'til I make love to you.

[reverts to normal voice]

Sylvia Pickel: Are you happy now?

Nick Deezy: Must we spoil what's been a depraved and embarassing evening?

[Sylvia gasps]

Nick Deezy: No no no, please, not another word. This is just the way I want to forget you.

Sylvia Pickel: Screw you!

Nick Deezy: No thanks!

Sylvia Pickel: Boy, Nick, you really know how to show a girl a good time.

Harry Buscafusco: [enters the tent, hair set with pins and in a hairnet] Hey, I forgot to ask you. Can I sleep on this?

Sylvia Pickel: Who gives a shit?

[leaves the tent]

Harry Buscafusco: What's the matter with her?

Nick Deezy: I wouldn't sleep with her!

Harry Buscafusco: Really?

[grins]

Harry Buscafusco: Sylllviaaaa!

Nick Deezy: a women, she's dead

Harry Buscafusco: dead? a woman? where?

Nick Deezy: she's easy to find she's the one that's dea... that's odd

Sylvia Pickel: the police must have hauled her off

Nick Deezy: no no no, it's only been 5 minutes and we'd have hear the police. there'd be one of thos chalk outlines of the body

Harry Buscafusco: maybe she bounced, like outta the hotel. women are soft

Sylvia Pickel: a gang! a gang took her away so that no questions could be asked

Harry Buscafusco: so we're discounting the bouncing theory?

Nick Deezy: completely. a gang that's gonna take another shot at me.

Sylvia Pickel: Louise says gang

Harry Buscafusco: well gangs are not necessarily bad. ya know there are nice gangs, there was our gang, alfalfa, buckwheat...