I do what I do best, I take scores. You do what you do best, try to stop guys like me.
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.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
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?
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.
He knew the risks, he didn't have to be there. It rains... you get wet.
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.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?