Yeah. We've heard you have, like, a *huge* fridge. Colossal. Practically a mausoleum.
That is unimportant. Focus on the words *cock carousel*.
No... I don't want to deal with this again. Did you just call me a f*g?
No, Tommy. These are my rhymes. Listen! (Continue.) 'She *fucked* me 'til I bled.'
Found a corpse recently. He'd had a Tequila Sunset moment.
We should ground the *owners* into fine paste and feed them to the pigs.
Yes, you heard right. You should try to be more like Contact Mike: a successful athlete and an *inspirational figure* who has overcome social, physical, and mental obstacles.
I'm up here singing my fucking HEART OUT and it's not *good enough* for you fuckers!?
I walked the land telling whores and liars of the End to come. There are 9,855 days remaining.
It is not a childish fantasy. It can be a real weapon against what’s coming for you now. (ACELE: “What is…?” Her shoulders shake a little.) Nothing, if you got this. Don’t be scared.
Good good, now that this is done -- GIVE ME THE SANDWICH!
My left shoe! I don't know where the right one is, though... (Look at your shoe.)
Now that I think of it, it's actually all just pointless shit and I should kill myself.
All will be well as soon as I get this 'being Cuno's bitch' situation off my back. (Don't wait for the lieutenant to answer.) Let's get to work, Kim!
Fuckin' A, Kim. I've got your back. (Give the lieutenant a punch on the shoulder.)
I love doing interviews, and people love *me*. They love bathing in my glory.
Kim... I think *I* may be the murderer. I killed the man and then tricked myself into forgetting about it.