That might sound boring, but I think the boring stuff is the stuff I remember the most.
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.
This is crazy. I finally meet my childhood hero and he's trying to kill us. What a joke.
You don't talk much... I like you!
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.