Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Look, I'm gonna count to 10, all right? If there's any reason we should hold on the story, hang up before I get to 10. If the story's all right, you'll be on the phone after I get to 10, all right?
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
All non-denial denials. They doubt our ancestry, but they don't say the story isn't accurate.
- Follow the money.
- What do you mean? Where?
- Oh, I can't tell you that.
- But you could tell me that.
- No, I have to do this my way. You tell me what you know, and I'll confirm. I'll keep you in the right direction if I can, but that's all. Just... follow the money.
- You'll have to figure that on your own.
- Look, I'm tired of your chickenshit games! I don't want hints! I need to know what you know!
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?