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.
Half a million dollars will always be missed.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.
Here we go. AK-47. The very best there is. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes.
What the fuck happened to you, man? Shit, your ass used to be beautiful!
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.