Anson Mount
Anson Mount

I can't claim I'm truly a man's man, I'm just as much of a dork and a crybaby sometimes as anybody else.

Rip Torn
Rip Torn

Let the other guys do the crybaby stuff. Go for the laughs.

The 40-Year-Old Virgin
The 40-Year-Old Virgin

Mooj: [talking to a customer] This is a great TV. Nothing beats a plasma.
Jay: What are you doing? That's my customer.
Mooj: It certainly is not. When I came upon her, she was unattended
Jay: No, no, that's my... She was unattended because I went to the back to get the brochure she requested.

Mooj: I apologize, but it's too late. The transaction is completed.
Jay: Then you gonna give me half the commission.
Mooj: You will receive none of the commission.
Jay: I need to talk to Paula. This is crazy, man!
Mooj: This is bullshit! Every time I make a sale, you go crying to Paula.

How about... how about Jesse Jackson? Oh, Jesse, he needs a call...
Jay: I'm sick of you poaching my customers.
Mooj: I'm sick of your crybaby bullshit!
Jay: You wanna take this shit outside? You wanna just take it outside and just squash it?
Mooj: Let's stay inside so everybody can see what a pussy you

have, okay? Because when I remove the blade I keep in my boot from its sheath, I cannot return it until it has spilt blood.
Jay: Listen to me, listen to me! You are fucking with the wrong nigger.
Mooj: Hey, hey! You are fucking with the wrong sand nigger, okay?
Jay: I will hang your old ass by your turban!

Mooj: [Mooj has a very definite Indian accent] Oh, turban, now! Do you see any fucking turban here? Do I talk like a turban guy? Do I say, "Hey, Jay, you want a slurpee? You want a slurpee?" Fuck you, okay? I was born in Brooklyn. Brooklyn, okay? My accent is a fucking Brooklyn accent, okay? Okay?
Jay: All right, man. Calm down, dude! Look... you still

covering my shift on Friday or what?
Mooj: If I can keep this commission... with pleasure.
Jay: Cool, man. All right, pops.
[They hug; Jay leaves]