When you get old and die, you'd better fire whoever's got my case and take over the job yourself.
I'll tell you what.
When the Lord calls me home I'll just ask him about that.
Okay?
But right now I think we both ought to be hitting the sack, hon.
Look here, I cut my arm.
That makes 31 scars.
- I must have more scars than you now.
- Hell you do.
I've got more scars than Frankenstein.
- Put your arm up here, next to mine.
- Come this way.
Them cigar burns you said don't count.
Got to be an accident.
- I'm itching like a wet dog.
- You smell like one, too.
Shut up.
Orbiting Pluto, Billy?
No.
We never get to do nothing good.
I hate this town.
I hate these ugly clothes, ugly shoes...
Why not just say you hate everything in the universe and give our ears a break?
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