"Is this it? Is this what it's all about, Manny? Eating, Drinking, Fucking, Sucking, Snorting? Then what? Tell me, then what? You're fifty. You gotta bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra; they got hair on 'em. You got a liver, it's got spots on it, and your eatin' dis fucking shit; and you're looking like these rich fucking mummies in here. Is this what it's all about? Is this what I work for? Look at that, a junkie. I gotta fucking junkie for a wife. Don't eat nothin', sleeps all day wit dem black chades on. Wakes up with a qualude. And who won't fuck me, cuz she's in a coma. I can't even have a kid wit'er, Manny. Her womb is so polluted, I can't even have a fucking little baby wit'er!" "You son of a bitch! You fuck!"

Signed
Danny Thompson