It was that night I discovered that most things you consider evil or wicked are simply lonely, and lacking in the social niceties.
Everybody's there, and I mean everybody. And the strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found, everyone's just so happy to see you.
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
A man tells his stories so many times that he becomes the stories. They live on after him, and in that way he becomes immortal.
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.