— You know why?
— No.
— Orders. Now, you do know what orders is, right?
— I think I got the concept.
— Orders is orders.
— So I guess no one ever taught you not to use the word you're defining in the definition.
Wait, hold on, hold on. Man, I ain't asking nobody nothin'! Nick, Slevin, Clark Kent, whatever the fuck your name is. The Virgin Mary herself could come waltzin' up in here with her fine ass, titties hanging out and everything, and if she told me your name was Jesus Christ, I still gotta take you to see The Boss.
Slevin: — I'm not the guy you're lookin' for. I don't live here.
Sloe: — Yeah, well, you look like the guy that lives here.
Slevin: — Then you don't know what the guy that lives here looks like.
Elvis: — What he means to say is you look like you live here.
Sloe: — Yeah, that's what I mean to say.
Slevin: — Well, yeah, I look like I live here, but I don't.
