Don't drink too much.When I can spell out your name in shot glasses, I'll stop.I'll have to get a shorter name.I'll have to forget how to spell it.
Death, like birth, is a secret of nature. Only with birth you get a blanket and a bottle. You get a blanket with death too, but they call it a shroud and everyone else gets the bottle.
Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.
Carlos comes back with our drinks. What should we drink to? To love, says Brigitte. To the few loyal customers I have left, says Carlos. I have to think for a minute. To the dead. Let’s think of them...
Black is a good color anytime you’re flinging around blood.
As I step out of the van, blood flows out the door in a mini-waterfall—think an elevator–in–The Shining level of blood. I look at myself in the van’s side mirror. In my bloody suit, I look like the ma...
Reality is a two-ton weight strapped to your balls. And they just keep getting heavier.
Don’t tell me who to kill and when. It unsettles my tranquil disposition.
You're quite the humanitarian. By the way, thanks a fuck of a lot for leaving me off your who-to-save list.You're on it, Alfredo Garcia. I just didn't want to say it out loud and have you call me Nanc...
You were a prick and a crook, but no one deserves to go out the way you went. I hope it was over quick and that you tasted like ass all the way down. Amen.
You sent one of your own people to get his ass kicked? That's not the way to build brand loyalty.
You murder someone at the Ice Capades and the place goes apeshit. You blow someone’s head off in a war zone, people step over the body and have a snack.
When you jump off a cliff, is it better to land on jagged rocks or burning lava? I know this one. The answer is obvious: It doesn’t matter where you land. You just jumped off a cliff.
What I do know is that once said, Life is a bucket of shit with a barbed-wire handle.
The sound of fighting, even movie fighting, is weirdly comforting when I’m falling asleep.
The Magistrate says, I am a student of human nature, did you know that, Mr. Pitts? It beats beekeeping, I guess. He smiles infinitesimally.
So, why'd you come back? I'm going to kill some people, I tell him. I pour the Jack into the coffee. Probably a lot of people.The bartender picks up a rag and starts wiping glasses. Guess someone's g...
My back feels like someone beat me with a pillowcase full of tuna-fish cans.
Make her stop. I’m hungover and she has a robot. It’s not fair. Life is fair only in the grave and in the bedroom. This, you will notice, is neither.
I’ve got plenty on my plate. Till then, Ishii can piss his sorrows in a teapot and brew himself a hot cup of fuck off.