Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.
I want the future to be unknown. I want to become a whole person.
There's no right, there's no wrong, there's only popular opinion.
There's the television. It's all right there - all right there. Look, listen, kneel, pray. Commercials! We're not productive anymore. We don't make things anymore. It's all automated. What are we for then? We're consumers
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.
A naked man with a gun? Do you really expect anyone to believe that?