Wait! There is something familiar about her.
She’s so deliciously low. So horribly dirty.
She’s a maniac!
Don’t call me darling in front of the police with a dead husband.
Before I go, I just want you two to know something, alright? The supercop story…was working. Okay? It was working, and you guys just messed it up. Okay? I’m trying to figure you guys out, but I haven’t yet. But it’s cool. You fuck up a perfectly good lie.
You don’t have to tell me. I was there.
This is the city. Los Angeles, California.
What we do know is that we are the last offensive force on the West Coast, we can not lose Los Angeles.
Some people think you’re already dead, Snake. Some say you never will be. Though you may have survived Cleveland. You may 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!
Los Angeles is like San Diego’s older, uglier sister that has herpes.
I’m from Miami. You ever been there? It’s OK, but it’s like you died and woke up in Jew heaven.
When its 100 degrees in New York, it’s 72 in Los Angeles. When its 30 degrees in New York, in Los Angeles it’s still 72. However, there are 6 million interesting people in New York, and only 72 in Los Angeles.
No, it isn’t Heaven. Nope, it isn’t Hell either. Actually, there is no Hell – although I hear Los Angeles is getting pretty close.
Well, I was thinking of taking you on a cultural tour of L.A.
Sorry folks, park’s closed. Moose out front shoulda told ya.
Have you liquidated Moose and Squirrel? Did you use the CDI? Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Then who else are you talking to? Are you talking to me? Well, I am the only one here, so you must be talking to me. And you are lying! Now catch Moose and Squirrel. And next time use the CDI on them.
In the immortal words of Jean Paul Sartre, ‘Au revoir, gopher’.
This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off waiting to worship a rat. What a hype.
Are YOU a God?
I’m not a nymphomaniac, I’m a compulsive liar.