- Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy?
- Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
- Attention, whoever you are, this channel is reserved for emergency calls only.
- No fucking shit, lady! Does it sound like I'm ordering a pizza?
Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with smaller feet than my sister.
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!
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 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.