— Why? Why?
— You don't call. You don't write. How else am I supposed to get your attention?

— Why is the moon so lonely?
— Why?
— Because she used to have a lover.

— Your country needs you.
— I'm Canadian.

— Oh, my God. Do you ever shut up, pal?
— No. Not when I'm awake.

— You know what happens to men who go looking for blood?
— What?
— They find it.

Keep on running. Don't look back.

It's funny how good, innocent people tend to die around you.