Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
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.
The things you own end up owning you.