Life. Life’s a goddamn laugh riot.
Your life. I’m givin’ you that money so I don’t have to kill your ass. You read the Bible?
Did you ever read another book in your life, Byron. Besides the Bible?
In all these years I’ve been carrying it and reading it every day, I got so caught up in keeping it safe that I forgot to live by what I learned from it
Read this.
“Seen cooing over calamari with not-so-new sugar daddy was Jessica Rabbit. Wife of Maroon Cartoon star, Roger.” What’s this gotta do with me?
Your pictures one after another are losing money. Theater owners voted you “box office poison”
I find it hard to believe that this kind of information could be ascertained simply by looking at a picture!
All right. From the cut of your suit you went to Oxford, and actually think people dress like that, but you wear it with such disdain, my guess is you didn’t come from money, and your school friends never let you forget it. And since your first thought about me ran to “orphan”, that’s what I’d say you are.
I earn my living modeling clothes like this.
But I don’t wanna be you, Frank. I don’t wanna be you.
At least I had your ass over the grinder and it’s okay enough to thank me, shithead!
Thank you. Mind if I shoot it up here?
Hey, mi casa es su casa.
You’ve got more nerve than a fox in a hen house.
A small double vodka. And for the beautiful mother hen?
What’s the matter, Colonel Sanders? Chicken?
Listen. We’ll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Die you motherfuckers!
Well, you fucked your uncle yesterday!
So let me see, you said, um, you said that I should never take advice from someone that I haven’t had sex with, right… right?