Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uh, your opinion, man.
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
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.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?