Wilma, I promise you; whatever scum did this, not one man on this force will rest one minute until he’s behind bars. Now, let’s grab a bite to eat.
Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
It would seem coincidental, even suspicious, if the only survivor wasn’t wounded.
Oh, lookee here: the great jerkoff case of 1953.
His eyes will see into your heart.
You can cast bells. I’ll paint icons.
When I paint the sun, I want people to feel it revolving, giving off light and heat.
Darling, I love you so much, so very much. Just think of it. We’ll go swimming together, lie in the sun together…
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.
“Ferris, my father loves this car more than life itself. He never drives it! He just rubs it with a diaper!”
Hey, I like the color of your car there, man. What’s that supposed to be? Sorta a cross between Piss Yellow and Puke Green, ain’t it?
Satan’s Camaro? It’s stalking me!
Whoa, whoa. You better watch what you say about my car. She’s real sensitive.
Whoa, where do I find your camping grounds, mister?
Can I get you something? Take you out in the woods? Leave you for dead?
How much for the women? Your wife, your daughters… how much?
You don’t have to worry, kid. I ain’t gonna kill you. You’re the only friend I’ve got.
Wilson! I’m sorry, Wilson!
We’re dying, Richard Parker. I’m sorry.
You know what I’m gonna tell God when I see him? I’m gonna tell him I was framed.