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 man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?
- You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Story of my life.
Nobody knows anybody. Not that well.
If you want me to keep my mouth shut, it's gonna cost you some dough. I figure a thousand bucks is reasonable, so I want two.
If I'd known we were gonna cast our feelings into words, I'd've memorized the Song of Solomon.