Twenty years you know a guy, you fuckin' whack him out just like that over a lounge? That's beautiful.
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.
A wise guy's always right; even when he's wrong, he's right.
Now you're looking for the secret. But you won't find it because of course, you're not really looking. You don't really want to work it out. You want to be fooled.
The secret impresses no one. The trick you use it for is everything.
All my life I've tried to be the good guy, the guy in the white fucking hat. And for what? For nothing. I'm not becoming like them; I am them.
When I introduce you, I'm gonna say, "This is a friend of mine." That means you're a connected guy. Now if I said instead, this is a friend of ours that would mean you a made guy. A Capiche?