You don't curse. I don't trust a man who doesn't curse. Not a "fuck" or a "shit" in all these years. Real men curse.
Now you're gonna die wearing that stupid little hat. How does it feel?
I'm not economically viable.
Look at this sorry, miserable, squashed thing.
I have to come home. I have to bring her a present.
Have you ever heard the expression "the customer is always right"?
The adventures of an ordinary man at war with the everyday world.