Why do you ask? No, I just figured with him being...

Not a bad piece of arse if I say so myself.

A pack of smokes says I can prove it to you.

It's a little complicated. I haven't seen results like these before.

I'll send you a postcard when I made everything perfect again.

That's why I never bothered to tell a soul until now...

What do you want it for? I don't get you lately.

What? What, the blockbuster? If I hadn't blown off my arms,

'Cause I think Jesus sent me to your cell for a reason.

Well, I sure as fuck ain't joining up with no spics or niggers.

You know, I could give a shit whether you believe me or not.

How else would I know you have twin moles on your inner thigh?

no one could possibly ever love anyone as much as I love you?

And I know that you got 'em and you're gonna give 'em to me.