C'est vrai.

With or without your help, we're getting out of this town. I fucking swear.

I hate the way you clean your teeth with that paintbrush.

Freaks with scalpels stole my vision. (It's not what you think. It was a religious experience.)

Not until I've eaten her toenails. (I want a fetish.)

Fillings.

Inkara. (I remember.)

I lost your name.

Just jump over her. (She's dead anyway.)

Just pour it into your engine.

Oh my God, I think I'm... I'm... going!

How did he say that? Oh, I remember: "I want to look like Woody Allen when I die."

Smile, it's only family.

I hate the way this shit tastes.

You look like a crab in that dress.

Shut up and take another.

Mogul Mogul Mogul.