— My dad is a Taekwondo grandmaster. Coached me growing up. He always used to say: "Only you can beat you".
— Well, my mom is a lounge singer, and she used to say: "Upstage me and I'll beat your ass".
We're mysterious creatures, aren't we? And at the end, so much of it turns out not to matter.
A deal offer is like a souffle. It's all about timing.
— I'm doing everything I can to track him down. I don't think those billboards is very fair.
— The time it took you to get out here whining like a bitch, Willoughby, some other poor girl's probably out there being butchered right now. But I'm glad you got your priorities straight, I'll say that for you.
At all... you know what? Yeah, you're the most important thing in my life. I just... Should I exclude everything else? Can not combine it?
— I've been comin' here for six years, and six years you been stickin' it to me. I wanna know how come.
— You don't wanna know.
— Yeah, I wanna know how come.
— You wanna know?
— I wanna know!
— Okay, I'm gonna tell ya! 'Cause you had the talent to become a good fighter, and instead of that, you became a leg-breaker to some cheap, second-rate loan shark.
— It's a livin'.
— It's a waste of life!
Start your life anew.
Understand your problems.
Redefine your priorities.
Verify your self-worth through commitment.
Ignore your detractors.
Value your loved ones.
Embrace every day as if it were your last.
Amazing how fire exposes our priorities.
Death has a curious way of reshuffling one's priorities.
— But look at them. They seam miserable to you. They live a simple, happy life. No decisions... no responsibilities... No problems... They found their answer. You so shure, that your life is better than thairs?
— It's like thay're animals.
— Oh yeah, we're all animals. Just that, some of us have different priorites. That's all.