And you know what you’ll be saying? A bunch of losers sitting around in a bar. “Oh yeah. I used to be a salesman. It’s a tough racket.”
I once tried to commit suicide by inhaling next to an insurance salesman.
Fuckin’ A…
Badges? We don’t got no badges. . .we don’t need no steenking badges!
Jesus, Joseph and Mary. These Hmong broads are like badgers.
This chick is toast!
I believe you have my stapler. . .?
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do;
Honey badger don’t give a shit. He’s a badass motherfucker.
Dude, where’s my car?
Two days ago, I saw a vehicle that would haul that tanker. You want to get out of here? You talk to me.
Are you talkin’ to me?
You take a page outta this guy’s book: a little less you talk, a little more you think!
Oooooh…ahhhh…I’m going to have to go ahead and “disagree” with you there…yyyeahhhh…
You’re not very smart. I like that in a man.
Wait a second. I just got a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
You get those holes a-leakin’, I’m gonna whomp you with a knotted plow line.
Moving the fun from Cafe Society to the Game Room.
'When I tell you to move, you’ll move fast"
Fuck the stakes Bodhi! The only one that thinks that this is a game is you, man. This is real. This is serious shit, and I am scared.