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“I don’t know karate, but I know kar-azy, and I will use it!”

“You shouldn’t hang me on a hook, Johnny. My father hung me on a hook once. Once!”

“Phil Turenteen…” “Dead.” “No shit. On the job?” “Skin cancer.” “Did you send flowers?” “Dated his wife for a while.”

“I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you.”

“Don’t condescend me, man. I’ll fuckin’ kill ya, man.”

“Looks like you’ve been missing a lot of work lately.” “I wouldn’t say I’ve been *missing* it, Bob.”

“Here we go again. Fighting for resources. What the hell am I doing here?”

“How ’bout a nice greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray?”

“What about ‘I’m in Love with My Car’? Well, that’s the kind of songs teenagers can crank up the volume in their car and bang their heads to. ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ will never be that song.”

“Listen, I get it. I went to school… There were plenty of teachers I just wanted to kill.”