Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uh, your opinion, man.
My life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage - my third - because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.
Cause she's got a great ass... and you got your head all the way up it! Ferocious, aren't I? When I think of asses, a woman's ass, something comes out of me.
A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?
I love you, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron.
That rug really tied the room together.
I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.