Alright, you just got married.
Let’s hit the morgue.
I’m sorry, Brandon. I don’t mean to be a cunt.
Oh yeah, the gentleman prefers redheads.
I have blown up Chicago.
John, I have the funniest thing to tell you.
There I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.
You got time to lean, you got time to clean, buddy.
And fuck us all anyway, for the limber-dicked cocksuckers we are.
Reading Mein Kampf? Let me tell you how it ends.
People are going to remember what you’ve done.
Mrs. Beale wasn’t taken care of sexually.
Now remember, this is a dream, it doesn’t have to make sense
We’ve been able to obtain a still photograph of Leon in his gown.
I thought we were just starting to be friends for real. And friends listen to each other. They don’t shoot each other.