“That’s melarchy.”
“I’m gonna punch that bleaker kid in the wiener next time I see him”
“Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.”
“I’d hate to die twice. It’s so boring.”
“I knew it. I knew it. Born in a hotel room – and God damn it – died in a hotel room.”
“Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.”
“Lock and load. Let’s do it.”
“I go to seek a great perhaps.”
“What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.”
“After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.”
“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”
“You can say a lot of bad things about Alabama, but you can’t say that Alabamans as a people are duly afraid of deep fryers.”
“I can’t be mad at you, you harmless scrawny bastard.”
“Oh shit did you just dis the feminine gender. I’ll pummel your ass then stick you in a blender.”