Eddie, you keep talking like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
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.
The things you own end up owning you.
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.
Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin playing just for the waitresses.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.