"It's ok. That guy didn't take my shit. He just wanted to jump me because last week I beat his ass."

"If I find out you're drinking straight from the jug/carton and not getting a damn cup, I'm punching you. I'm not drinking your backwash, damn it."

"I'm gonna go on a murder spree if I have to breath in backshot air, and macaroni delight."

"I'm not lost." Frank didn't turn to look at them as traffic started getting worse. It's not a well known thing that he's horrible with directions, but it's starting to become real obvious that he has no idea where to go.

"If you invite me over to watch a movie and you have no tv, I'm punching you in the face."

"You seriously think I snapped? That after all these years of me doing this shit, I somehow end up killing two innocent people on purpose?"

"Look, if we're in a situation where we're all sleeping together in a room and someone wants to have sex, take that shit outside. I'm not breathing in backshot air."