When you hear the pellets drop, count to ten. Take a deep breath. It’s easier that way.
Tell me, Harold, how many of these, eh, suicides have you performed?
They tell you what its ingredients are, and how it’s guaranteed to exterminate every insect in the world, but they do not tell you whether or not it’s painless. And-and I say, insect or man, death should always be painless.
**The Fly (last lines): **Help me. Help meeeee!
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
You might have survived Cleveland. You might have escaped from New York. But this is L.A., vato. And you’re about to find out that this fucking city can kill anybody!
This is L.A. This is my town. Out here you’re a trespasser. Out here I can pick you up, burn your house, fuck your wife, and kill your dog. And the only thing that’ll protect you is if I can’t find you. And I already found you.
Own three blocks downtown, I’ve got oil in Bakersfield, pumping, pumping, pumping! What’s it for but to buy us anything we want!
Ladies and gentlemen… I’ve traveled over half our state to be here tonight. I couldn’t get away sooner because my new well was coming in at Coyote Hills and I had to see about it. That well is now flowing at two thousand barrels and it’s paying me an income of five thousand dollars a week. I have two others drilling and I have sixteen producing at Antelope. So, ladies and gentlemen… if I say I’m an oil man you will agree. You have a great chance here, but bear in mind, you can lose it all if you’re not careful. Out of all men that beg for a chance to drill your lots, maybe one in twenty will be oilmen; the rest will be speculators-that’s men trying to get between you and the oilmen-to get some of the money that ought by rights come to you. Even if you find one that has money, and means to drill, he’ll maybe know nothing about drilling and he’ll have to hire out the job on contract, and then you’re depending on a contractor that’s trying to rush the job through so he can get another contract just as quick as he can. This is… the way that this works.
He’s a music man / And he sells clarinets / To the kids in the town / With the big trombones /
And the rat-a-tat drums / Big brass bass / Big brass bass / And the piccolo, the piccolo / With uniforms, too / With a shiny gold braid / On the coat / And a big red stripe runnin’.
All I wanted was to be a mariachi, like my ancestors. But the city I thought would bring me luck brought only a curse. I lost my guitar, my hand, and her. With this injury, I may never play the guitar again. Without her, I have no love. But with the dog and the weapons, I’m prepared for the future.
In a way, all of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be the actual El Guapo!
Know your enemy, so to speak. Deal with this in a forthright manner, and you’ll be back in a state of grace. May the God of Justice and Mercy strengthen your soul.
I am… Batman.
Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna. Never will.
Holy shit. Is this Dancing with the Stars?
Oh, yes, as a matter of fact it is. We’re supposed to do the show in two days, you won’t show me the lifts, I’m not sure of the turns, I’m doing all this to save your ass, what I really want to do is drop you on it!
The final act. Your final dance! You’ve tasted your dream. Touched it! Only to have it crushed. Your heart is broken. Wounded!
It’s just a flesh wound.
If your head comes away from your neck, it’s over!