Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven't got any wings.
Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?
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.
No one cares about the man in the box, the man who disappears.