Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
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!
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.
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
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.