I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you're hiding something.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
What can I tell you, kid? You're right. When you're right, you're right, and you're right.
Isn't that something? Middle of a drought and the water commissioner drowns. Only in L.A.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
You're a very nosy fellow, kitty cat. Huh? You know what happens to nosy fellows? Huh? No? Wanna guess? Huh? No? Okay. They lose their noses.