— Keeping her warm for me, Mike?
— Easy. Don't do nothing dumb.
— How was she? On your finger scale, how was my wife?
— It just happened, Joe. It...
— Sure, sure, I know. It just happened. It could happen to anybody. It was an accident, right? You tripped... slipped on the floor and accidentally
stuck your dick in my wife. "Oops. I'm so sorry, Mrs. H. I guess this just isn't my week."
— Well, if it isn't Shelly Marcone himself.
— Careful, son. Just my friends call me Shelly.
— You got friends? When did this happen?
Nobody likes you. Everybody hates you. You're gonna lose. Smile, you fuck.
— I'm not the one who hates you, Joe. You're the one who hates you.
— And I get to live with myself 24 hours a day.
— Where you going?
— To the bathroom. You wanna come? Doc said I shouldn't lift anything heavy.
— No, I'll pass.
— Head or gut, Mike?
— Joe, how long we been friends?
— I'd say roughly till you started banging my wife. Head or gut?
— Jesus Christ, nothing changes. You're still a lunatic.
— Gonna tell me who it is?
— You want me to open the closet? I'll do it, okay? And then we'll both know that you're a fucking psycho! Is that what you want, huh?
— No.
— Thank you.
— That door stays shut. What I'm gonna do is count to three. Then I'm gonna put a bullet in that door. You can stop me any time by telling the truth. <...> The truth is a beautiful thing.