You know, it's proven that second-hand smoke is, uh, carcin-... uh, you know, cancer related.
Didya hear the one about the guy who couldn't afford personalized plates, so he went and changed his name to J3L2404?
Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. Eggnog, a fuckin' Christmas tree, a little turkey. But, no. I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can.
Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk, either, man! See how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence.
- You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Story of my life.
Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?