Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
I like the way you die, boy.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!
- How do you like the bounty hunting business?
- Kill white folks and they pay you for it? What's not to like?
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.