Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
I like the stink of the streets. It makes me feel good. And I like the smell of it, it opens up my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on.
We're both getting old. All that we have left now are our memories. If you go to that party on Saturday night, you won't have those anymore. Tear up that invitation.
I like the way you die, boy.
- How do you like the bounty hunting business?
- Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
I'm not interested in friends from those places, and I don't trust politicians! You're still acting like a street schmuck! You know, if we'd listened to you, we'd still be rolling out drunks for a living!