I can’t book someone from a tape. I have to see him in front of an audience. Here, take your tape and get out.
Okay, now you’re talking above my head. I don’t know all of this industry jargon.
Espresso, double espresso, cappuccino, double cappuccino, latte, double latte, mocha, double mocha, caffe con panna, macchiato, double macchiato, caffe bianco, or house blend.
Starbuck, you don’t have to say anything…
You expect me to talk when all I could preserve is my own measly, worthless life? TOO BLOODY RIGHT, I’LL TALK! I’ll talk, I’ll talk, just try and stop me!
How do I know you’re not lying to me now?
I’m in the middle of an interrogation. This moron is giving me everything.
Pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little,
Cheep cheep cheep, talk a lot, pick a little more.
Is it safe?
We’ll put it away. We’ll keep it hidden, we’ll never speak of it again. No one knows it’s here, do they?
You wanna see my secret place?
So when did the nut take over the nut house?
Marat, we’re poor. And the poor stay poor.
Help me. Nobody’s said that idea yet, have they?
Chump don’ want no help, chump don’t get da help. Jive-ass dude don’t got no brains anyhow!
That’s shit. And this: Shinola.
Things have been pretty tough, haven’t they?
Goddammit, I’d piss on a spark plug if I thought it’d do any good!
This is a device enabling the drunken driver to operate in absolute safety. You fill this with piss, take this pipe down the trouser, and sellotape this valve to the end of the old chap. Then, you get horrible drunk, and they can’t fucking touch you. According to these instructions, you refuse everything except a urine sample. You undo your valve, give them a dose of unadulterated child’s piss, and they have to give you your keys back. Danny’s a genius.
He’s a good person. He wanted me before I was smart.