What do you want me to do, kill 'em? if you want me to kill 'em, I’ll kill 'em. I don’t have to kill 'em, but I’d like to kill 'em… I killed Ashley Wentworth; another killing or two won’t make a difference… It would make me happy… I’d like to kill 'em both… I think it’d be better if I kill 'em both… Well, let me kill just one then… Whichever one you want… Alright, I’ll wait. But the minute you say kill 'em, I’ll kill 'em. I’ll love to kill 'em. It would give me immense pleasure.
Don’t ever fuck with a guy looking for heads.
Their heads weren’t found severed. Their heads were not found at all.
Look, Kirk, no offense. I know you’re the big, fancy actor here, but I’ve done a lot more effect-driven films than you have and I think I can spot a prop head when I see one! It’s corn syrup, guys! Corn syrup and latex. Warm, blood-flavored corn syrup.
Oh, what a big man you are!
I’m looking forward to seeing you in action. Jack says you’ve got a great big cock.
So, I’m tendin’ bar there at Ecklund and Swedlin’s last Tuesday, and this little guy’s drinkin’ and he says, “So where can a guy find some action? I’m goin’ crazy out there at the lake.”
We could make a porno.
And so there I am on the first day, on the set, and there’s this guy fucking me from behind, right, and there’s these two huge guys dressed like cops in my mouth at the same time and I remember thinking to myself, “I like acting. I wanna study.”
This is what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass!
I simply want some…intercourse with the world.
It’s not the quantity of your sexual relations that count. It’s the quality. On the other hand, if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.
You know what amazes me? There’s no relation between how sexy a girl looks and her sex life. The ugly ones seem to get all the action.
Well, you know, Man o’ War, after they retired him from racing, they put him out to stud. And he had an average of about a hundred and twenty, a hundred and thirty foals a year, and he lived to be thirty-six. And then when he died, they did an autopsy, and they found out that he was a raving queen.
In light of this lurid tale, I don’t even see how you can romanticize your relationship with Caitlin. She broke your heart and inadvertently drove men to deviant lifestyles.
The lady was bad news.
I hope they don’t hang you, precious, by that sweet neck. Yes, angel, I’m gonna send you over. The chances are you’ll get off with life. That means if you’re a good girl, you’ll be out in 20 years. I’ll be waiting for you. If they hang you, I’ll always remember you.
We’ll always have Paris.
I hate L.A. All they do is snort coke and talk.
You wanna do some blow?