I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. And I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on.
I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!
I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!
You've let someone come in here and walk all over us. You let him in and do his work here, and you are a stupid man for what we could have had.
We're both getting old. All that we have left now are our memories. If you go to that party on Saturday night, you won't have those anymore. Tear up that invitation.
I have a competition in me. I want no-one else to succeed. I hate most people.