Ah, Kojak - Bang bang!
I don’t think you’d know where to put food at, if you didn’t flap your mouth so much.
Shut the fuck up, Donny.
Yeah, yeah, right. Go on, Gordie, it’s a swell story.
Huh? My story? Okay. It was never easy for me. I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi…
It’s in my story this morning!
Let’s never forget, we’re the real story, not them.
There ain’t gonna be any interview and there ain’t gonna be any story.
Listen him! There ain’t no Tomorrow-morrow Land! We done that! He’s got wordstuff out his ass!
Mediocre!
We are who we choose to be. Now choose!
You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
Fine talk from a sociopath paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur.
You’re a sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot.
I know you are, but what am I?
Are you the guy they called Ray Bones?
Don’t you know you can call me Ray, or you can call me J, or you can call me Johnny, or you can call me Sonny, or you can call me Junie, or you can call me Junior; now you can call me Ray J, or you can call me RJ, or you can call me RJJ, or you can call me RJJ Jr, but you doesn’t hasta call me Johnson!?
You are too fucking old, fatty! And you… you are too fucking… BLONDE!!! Get outta here, the both of you!
“Not you, fat Jesus.”
Who are you? What have you sacrificed?