Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Stupid is as stupid does.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
My momma always said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get."
Mama always said, dying was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn't.