All losers are romantics. It's what keeps us from blowing our brains out.
That's what Glocks are. High-precision killing machines that scream "Daddy Issues.
Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.
The dead think they can get away with anything because you'll feel sorry for them. If you play cards with the dead, make sure you deal and don't let them buy you drinks. They'll slip you a formaldehyde roofie and pry the gold fillings out of your teeth.
Love a man who'll bleed to make a point. (Candy)
Don't drink too much." "When I can spell out your name in shot glasses, I'll stop." "I'll have to get a shorter name." "I'll have to forget how to spell it.