I don't like your jerk-off name. I don't like your jerk-off face. And I don't like you...jerk-off. You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve. Definitions are important. Hell, I can get you a toe by 3 o'clock this afternoon...with nail polish. Bring in that floating fat man, the Baron! I keep waiting for it to happen. I’m waiting for it to happen. I guess I’m just tired of waiting. And that is all I’m going to say on that subject. That's Strickland. Jesus, didn't that guy ever have hair? Where there's life there's hope. Because sometimes even if you know how something’s gonna end that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy the ride.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

My name is a killing word.