People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
I'm gonna give you a little somethin' you can't take off.
You probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business; we in the killin' Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin'.
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?
- Oooh, that's a bingo! Is that the way you say it? "That's a bingo?"
- You just say "bingo."
- Bingo! How fun! But, I digress. Where were we?
I know this is a silly question before I ask it, but can you Americans speak any other language besides English?
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.