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.
That rug really tied the room together.
Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uh, your opinion, man.
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 love you, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron.