Whenever I smell asphalt, I think of Maureen. That's the last sensation I had before I blacked out; that thick smell of asphalt. She said she'd fix my bike. Free. No strings attached. I shoulda've known then that things were never that simple. Yeah, when I think of Maureen, I think of two things: Asphalt, and trouble.

- Nice forks. Where'd you get them?
- Right next to the knives and spoons.

- I thought you said this thing couldn't move!
- I said it couldn't fly, I never said it couldn't taxi!

I may lie, and I may steal, and I may rough some people up from time to time. But it's all for a good cause: Self Preservation.

Ah, your ears are fine. It's what's between 'em that scares me.

If you're still alive, boy, you're under arrest.

I don't collect art. And I also don't collect whatever that is.

взято с IMDB (странно, но факт - впрочем, это действительно не хуже кины)

Даа... Были игры в наше время.
Кто знает, откуда это, можете радостно написать.
Читателей пока немного, тем интереснее.