Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
I have run out of time. I have lost it all. So I can't work fast enough to catch up. I can't run fast enough to catch up. And the only thing that catches me up is doing my magic act.
Lie to no one. If there 's somebody close to you, you'll ruin it with a lie. If they're a stranger, who the fuck are they you gotta lie to them?
You are making big profits from my work, my risk, my sweat. But that is okay, because I elected to make that deal. But now, the deal is over. I want my end, and I am out.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.