Monday, September 24, 2007
SO HERE COME TWO WORDS FOR YOU. SHUT THE FUCK UP.
EDDIE: Stop fuckin' around. Where are you?
JACK: Where am I? I'm in Boise, Idaho. No, wait a minute. I'm in Anchorage, Alaska. No, wait. I'm in Casper, Wyoming. I'm in the lobby of the Howard Johnson's and I'm wearing a pink carnation.
EDDIE: What are you talkin' about?
JACK: I'm not talkin' to you. I'm talkin' to the other guys.
EDDIE: What other guys?
JACK: Let me describe the scene to you. There's these guys, see? They've probably been up for two days. They stink of B.O. They have coffee breath. They're constipated from sittin' on their asses for so long. They're in a van, probably parked right up the street from your office. But you guys are gonna have to pack up your shit and go home. Because I'm onto you, you dumb fucks. Your phone is tapped, Eddie. I'm not gonna use this line anymore. Go to Chin Loo's. I'll call you there in five minutes. They can't run a tap that fast. So long, everybody.
THE DUKE: Cigarettes are killers.
JACK: So are women.