I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uh, your opinion, man.
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.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?