Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
My theory on Feds is that they're like mushrooms, feed 'em shit and keep 'em in the dark.
One of us had to die. With me, it tends to be the other guy.
Twenty years after an Irishman couldn't get a fucking job, we had the presidency. May he rest in peace. That's what the niggers don't realize. If I got one thing against the black chappies, it's this - no one gives it to you. You have to take it.
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.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.