Wallace: Are you calling me a ‘pussy’ because I’m sensitive?
Sylvia: No. I don’t even know what that word means. I don’t really use it.
Wallace: So, you want a guy who will jackhammer you and pay for dinner, huh? Treat you like shit and then be strong when you need him. Well, sorry, that I’m not an asshole like that.
Sylvia: Jackhammer?
Wallace: You know what I mean.
I hear you, boo.