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 census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
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.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
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?