If you think someone is seriously on the prod for your ass, it keeps you awake.
I feel that if I’m going through this hellish decline, you should be going through one also . . . misery loves company, and I guess we’ve all got a streak of one hundred percent gold-plated bastard in...
Are you decent? Richards asked.
It just...it seems hard to say anything that isn't the wrong thing.
Sometimes the gods give you a break.