I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
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.
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?
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.
I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.
Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.