Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the bold. Virgil said that.
Do you wanna hear something fucked up?
Wow! You fucked this up perfectly. I'm impressed.
Men are prideful creatures.
Every time you meet a beautiful woman, don't you imagine what she'd look like underneath you, naked?
Are you sure you wanna go? The band is really awful.
Can you stop saying intercourse?
I brought you this. One of my favorite authors, Gogol. Russian. He lost his mind, burned the only copy of his final book. Died a week later of self starvation.
I got one. I got two. Boom! Boom, baby, boom!
This summer was rough. I did things that I really, really regret.
What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby Dick and he was so poor and forgotten by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just gonna forget our fuckin' names anyway.
Give me a reason. Just give me a fucking reason! You don't know what I'm capable of! Come on! Please!
I stole some of my grandma's cough medicine, if you want some. It's great.
Wait. So, you're telling me you're a virgin?
That sucks. Who broke your heart?
Here we are at the first of many shitty games.
Smile, you are now going on stage.
No, I've never actually driven an asphalt mixer, per-se, but I did once drive my friend's van to Wisconsin on a pretty lengthy road trip.
Women are mercurial, man.
We pay little Malaysian kids 10 cents a day to make these toys. We can't just give 'em away.
They got you working on games? What a pussy... You're such a pussy!
Look at the shape of her ass. It's a platonic ideal. That ass is a higher truth.
Well, we are doing the work of pathetic lazy morons.
You see that unholy abomination on her head? It's a wig.
A criminal abuse of the laws of perspective.
Long hours. Low pay. High times.