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.
- You are real, right?
- I'm as real as a donut, motherfucker.
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.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
Anybody accidentally kills anybody in a fight, they go to jail. It's called manslaughter. I think all that lethal weapon horseshit is just an excuse so you dancers never have to get in a real fight.
- My buddy and his dog killed two of them and, no shit, I torched the last one.
- Yeah, I burnt her ass to a crisp.
What the hell are you looking at, you little ginger-haired fucker?