Eckhardt, sir.
You don’t have to call me ‘‘sir.’’ Is this your signature?
Can’t talk, can barely read or write his own name… and don’t care.
Doesn’t know. Doesn’t care.
Lucky bastard!
Can that chubby boy handle himself?
Oh, I think you’d be surprised what the lad is capable of.
I know what you’re thinking, punk. You’re thinking, “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Now to tell you the truth, I forgot myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and will blow your head clean off, you’ve gotta ask yourself one question, “Do I feel lucky?” Well do ya, punk?
Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth
It wasn’t luck; it was Providence. He knew we needed her.
Separately we are flawed and vulnerable, but together…we are the masters of our sexual destiny.
Having an affair is nothing like taking a pottery class.
Oh, that desperate and that horny!
I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be coming out of your ears. Fuck you…
I knew that you’d react that way and I knew that you would want to lead me through my first sexual encounter will all the compassion and care that someone would give to their soulmate.
Who the fuck are you?
My friends call me Murphy. You call me… Robocop.
Talk about genetic deficiencies-isn’t that pitiful?
No. No. I was nineteen and I thought it’d be cool to have a pierced ear. My girlfriend stuck the needle through and I heard this pop and fainted and hit my chin on the toilet.
I’ll be alright. Let’s get to work.
I’ve quit better jobs than this. ring, ring Ghostbusters! Whaddaya want?!