My life's a disaster zone. I got a stepdaughter so fucked up because her real father's this large-type asshole. I got a wife, we're passing each other on the down-slope of a marriage - my third - because I spend all my time chasing guys like you around the block. That's my life.
No questions. No answers. That's the business we're in. You just accept it and move on. Maybe that's lesson number three.
Cause she's got a great ass... and you got your head all the way up it! Ferocious, aren't I? When I think of asses, a woman's ass, something comes out of me.
- Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That's the first thing they teach you.
- Who taught you?
- I don't remember. That's the second thing they teach you.
I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
A guy told me one time, "Don't let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner." Now, if you're on me and you gotta move when I move, how do you expect to keep a... a marriage?
Either you're part of the problem or you're part of the solution or you're just part of the landscape.
He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.