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?
I know I've made some very poor decisions recently, but I can give you my complete assurance that my work will be back to normal. I've still got the greatest enthusiasm and confidence in the mission. And I want to help you.
I am putting myself to the fullest possible use, which is all I think that any conscious entity can ever hope to do.
It had waited four million years, it was prepared to wait for eternity.
- You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Story of my life.