This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
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.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
My theory on Feds is that they're like mushrooms, feed 'em shit and keep 'em in the dark.
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.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
One of us had to die. With me, it tends to be the other guy.