Rex: Now that I have given away all the leverage I could have used to get myself free from you, how about you let me free from you?
Mr. Sleazasky: Another idea is that I could prod at your visible heart with a fountain pen.
Rex: Wait, you’re a bad guy?
Mr. Sleazasky: Just a middle man, Rex. Like Stuart Owens. He gets his kicks by drinking booze and doing ladies. I get mine by playing racquet sports and waterboarding people.
Rex: [Cries out in agony as Sleazy seriously sticks a pen in his chest and starts noodling around in there.]
Heather Hogan: [Passes the f--k out.]