Oh, this is just my luck on my own birthday. It goes black.
Can I ask you something personal? If this was the last birthday party you were going to have, what would you do?
I know this game, you’re playing. I know it very well, and I play it very well. You play it very well too, but you know what? I’m the only one who’s better at it than you are. I can beat you at it, so don’t push me. I’m warning you.
We are from different worlds, you and me, Andrew. In mine, there was no time for bright fancies and happy inventions, no stopping for tea. The only game we played was to survive, or go to the wall. If you didn’t win, you just didn’t finish. Loser, lose all. You probably don’t understand that.
I’m not a criminal. I’m a Medal of Honor winner, a lifetime member of the New Rochelle Rotary Club. All I’m asking is for you to help me beat these guys.
Wake up, sucker! We’re thieves and we’re bad guys. That’s exactly what we are. We gotta find our own way.
If you have any poo, fling it now.
This is crazy this is crazy this is crazy!
We’re talking permanent erection here. There’s a medical term for that. Isn’t there?
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Hello, handsome, is that a ten-gallon hat or are you just enjoying the show?
There’s no business like show business!
Eddie, we’re in show biz. It’s all about razzle dazzle, appearances. If you look good, and you talk well, people will swallow anything!
When you’re dealing with a store like this, they’re insured out the ass; they’re not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. But if you get a customer – or an employee – who thinks he’s Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. They drop to the floor, screaming, blood shoots out of their nose; freaks everybody out. Nobody says fuckin’ shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, just give her a look like you’re gonna smash her in the nose next, and watch her shut the fuck up. Now, managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that’s giving you static, he probably thinks he’s a real cowboy. You gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something he won’t tell you, cut off a finger, the little one. Then tell him his thumb’s next. After that, he’ll tell you if he wears ladies’ underwear.
I’m hungry, let’s get a taco.
It’s beautiful… what is it?
You know what this is for, Warren? It’s for JACKING OFF!
I bet you can squeal like a pig. Weeeeeeee!
In those days pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they’d be taken into Pig Paradise, a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.
No ones interested in you or your fucking conch, why don’t you just take your fat friend and shove off, you could’ve had all the meat you can eat. Come on hunters! Rogers the pig!
We are all as God made us, sir.
Puny god!