I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now.
Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!
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.
I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
- 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?
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.