I always figured when I got older, God would sorta come inta my life somehow. And he didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I would have the same opinion of me that he does.
What you got ain't nothin' new. This country's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming. It ain't all waiting on you. That's vanity.
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.
Where's the last guy? Ultimo hombre. Last man standing. Must've been one.
- 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?