If I learned anything Downtown, it's this: the only real difference between an enemy and a friend is the day of the week.

I guarantee you I'm not going to forget your voice. We're going to run into each other down the road sometime, and when we do I'm going to pop you apart one rivet at a time." "There's the monster. Hello, monster.

Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.

Don't talk. Kill it." That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.

No wonder Sherlock Holmes did all that coke. Math is hard.

Did I hurt your feelings again? Sorry. When this is all over I'll send some flowers to your inner child.

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.