Oh, not to worry… All are equal in my eye.
I call that bold talk for a one-eyed fat man.
I’m afraid he might pull the stiff one-eye on me.
Are you eyeballing me with those baby-blues? Are you?
You’re a witness. You’re always standing around watching what’s happening, scribbling in your book what other people do.
No one ever sees you coming, do they, Bob?
Put a warm rug in the car. It’s cold outside when you have to go about naked.
Hon? Prowler needs a jump.
If I were you, I’d jump back.
Now will you give me some fightin’ room?
No, no, not yet. Not until me and Harvey get the rules straightened out.
Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
I want you to hit me with everything you got. I want you to fuckin’ lay me out. Go ahead.
That’s what I thought. You’re a gutless turd.
He’s an asshole! I don’t care what Tannen says! And I don’t care what anyone else says, either.
Yeah? Well, I happen to care right now!
You make me want to be a better man.
Shall I tell you what I find beautiful about you? You are at your very best when things are worst.
“I’m the best at what I do, and what I do isn’t very nice”
Put your best foot forward.