I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.