— First time in 20 years I get the bathroom to myself. No kids banging on the door. No wife asking me to hurry up. Just me and my new Saltwater Sportsman magazine!
— The one with the article on deep-sea fishing?
— So I'm reading about marlin fishing in the Gulf of Mexico... when I glanced over. [caption: «Boom. You're dead»]
— Oh, Jesus. Is that all? You scared the shit out of me.
— Scared the shit out of you?
— How long you been here?
— I've been here all night. My legs are so numb I don't know if I can...
— Don't move.
— I can't.
— Who is it?
— Police. Open up.
— How do I know that?
— After I shoot you, you can examine the bullet. Open up.
I don't give a fuck! I don't have an ulcer because I know when to say that.
— We shouldn't do this!
— Come on, don't be a killjoy! We're back! You're black, I'm mad.