Amber:
What's the matter, GraveRobber?
Can't get it up if the girl's breathing?

Valets (or... just some chorus?):
Can't get it up...
Can't get it up...
Can't get it up...

Amber:
Z me!
Give me a hit now hurry!
I'm late, I'm late, so hurry!
Don't keep my surgeons waiting!

GraveRobber:
b***h, pay me!

Amber:
Later...

GraveRobber:
Okay, I'll see ya later! (Valet: Can't get it up...)

Amber:
Where ya goin'?! Stay here.
There's ways for me to pay, dear...
Other than dough...