By hook or by crook we will
Who are you?
The new number two
Who's number one?
You are number six
I'm not a number, I'm a free man
Through the darkness of future's past,
The magician longs to see.
One chants out between two worlds...
"Fire... walk with me."
We tried to poison you.
We tried to poison you because you’re an
insane, degenerate piece of filth, and you deserve to die.
Surgery in an opera?
How wonderfully decadent, and
just as I was beginning to lose interest
Jombey, the chocalete icing
I’m sayin’, every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin' bones, you know? I mean all them boys, we roll til late.
Alley crap game, right?
Like every time, Snot, he'd fade a few shooters, play it out til the pot's deep. Snatch and run.
What, every time?
Couldn’t help hisself.
Let me understand. Every Friday night, you and your boys are shooting craps, right? And every Friday night, your pal Snot Boogie… he'd wait til there's cash on the ground and he'd grab it and run away? You let him do that?
We'd catch him and beat his ass but ain't nobody ever go past that.
I gotta ask ya: If every time Snotboogie would grab the money and run away, why'd you even let him in the game?
If Snotboogie always stole the money, why'd you let him play?
Got to. This America, man.
I'm gonna let you in on a little secret
Joe is me, and Marry is a composite of twelve different woman
and a small independent film company all of whom
couldn't deal with me, because I'm too real.
And then fell the night from the sky.