You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Eddie, you keep talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
I don't wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you're standing in my way, one way or the other, you're gettin' outta my way.
I can say I definitely didn't do it because I know what I did or didn't do. But I cannot definitely say that about anybody else, 'cause I don't definitely know.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.