Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.
If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.