Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles. Just what you’d expect, inside her new «Balenciaga?»
But most of all, lieutenant, I resent your perfume, however subtle it may be, competing with the aroma of my fine three-dollar-and-fifty-nine cent cigar, which I will happily put out this very instant if the phallic nature of it happens to offend your goddamn fragile sensibilities. Does it?
— But most of all, what I resent is your perfume, however subtle it may be, competing with the aroma of my fine $3.59 cigar, which I will put out this instant if the phallic nature of it happens to offend your goddamned fragile sensibilities! Does it?
— No, sir Chief of Staff.
— «No, sir», what?
— The shape doesn't bother me, sir. Just the goddamned sweet stench.
Funny thing about these e-cigarettes. I miss the satisfaction of burning something down to fuckin' ashes in your hand.
– Come on, man, have some decency here, 'Worm'. You can buy all the smokes you want in half an hour.
– What are you talking about?! I won these fair and square...
– You don't even smoke, 'Worm'.
– Jesus, you guys are such fuckin' babies! You know that? If you're determined to die of cancer, you really oughta learn how to play cards.