After my divorce from Luther I scraped by with baby-sitting gigs and odd jobs, mostly the jobs we call blow.
Does he look like a bitch? Does he look like a bitch??? Then why you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett?
I'd rather take my chances out on the sea and die there. At least it's better then spending all day TALKING TO A GODDAMNED VOLLEYBALL!
How can you shoot women and children?
It's easy- you just don't lead them as much...
The ice cream is gonna be flyin' fast and furious.
I don't reckon I got no reason to kill nobody.
Did he tell you exactly what to do, what to say? You were a very apt pupil too, weren't you? You were a very apt pupil! Well why did you pick on me? Why me?
... And then I realised: I had killed my children! So I put the shotgun to my mouth, pulled the trigger and then... Nothing...
I choose not to choose life. I choose something else.
Jebus said:And just to keep you occupied for a minute here:
I choose not to choose life. I choose something else.
Can't let mom's death be an excuse for not getting the ol' job done, right?
Bah! Butter tea, it was never my cup of tea.
In a past life this worm could've been your mother.
Your shame will be your torture, and your torture will be your life. I wish it long.
-In my humble opinion, this is ridiculous
-Well then, since you're so humble, we won't ask your opinion.