J’étais censé être en perm ce week-end. Mais non ! Je me retrouve à trainer ton gros cul à travers le désert torride avec tes rasta qui dépassent de mon parachute. Il a fallu que tu te ramènes sur terre pour venir jouer les gros bras. Et puis c’est quoi cette odeur de merde ! Je devrais être à un barbecue, j’suis pas en pétard tout va bien, tout va très bien...

Moi je fais dans le sonore et le dégueulasse ! C'est mon style

- What's the ceiling that Dago painted?
- The Sistine Chapel?

- These are slum kids, I was a slum kid. Everybody talks like that.
- THEY DO NOT! At the feedstore do I say, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that F-in' pig feed, and a pound of that bitchly cow corn"? At the bank do I say, "Oh, Mrs. Malenger, here is one big bastard of a check, now give me some of your Christ-ing money!" THERE, LOOK THERE, NOW SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!

- Excuse me, but are you XXX?
- XXX: Yes.
- I just wanted to tell you I'm your number one fan.
- XXX: That's... very sweet of you...

Now the time has come. I put two bullets in my gun. One for me, and one for you. Oh darling, it will be so beautiful.  

  Last night it came so clear. I
  realize you just need more time.
  Eventually, you'll come to accept
  the idea of being here. XXX, do you
  know about the early days at the
  Kimberly Diamond Mine? Do you know
  what they did to the native workers
  who stole diamonds? Don't worry,
  they didn't kill them. That would be
  like junking a Mercedes just because
  it had a broken spring -- no, if they
  caught them they had to make sure
  they could go on working, but they
  also had to make sure they could
  never run away. The operation was
  called hobbling.

     “-You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.  
      -And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.”

- I've been thinking...
- Oh God, save us all.

Before I kill you, I'm going to throw your baby out the window.

- Spit.
- I swallowed it.
- Why?
- It was minty.

- I just want to help.
- What are you, some kind of boy scout?
- Eagle Scout, actually... First class.

Someone should write a fuckin' book, that's for sure.