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: You can never really know the size of a person's brain until you have to clean it off the carpet, and let me tell you, Sleepy Joe had quite a brain.
: Vic's dead... That is, you wish he were dead. And after he gets out tomorrow, you'll wish you were dead. When he went into that hospital a month ago, I thought it was your run-of-the-mill nervous breakdown. But Vic... is sick, Mick. Vic is a sick prick, Mick.
: I am Brass-Balls Ben London! And oh, what a pair of balls had I!
: Ben, go home. Pack your bags, and leave town. Ben London
: Nobody tells Ben London what to do any more! Vic
: [shoots Ben in the leg
] Ben, hop home, pack your bags, and leave town. Ben London
: I'll hop home whenever I fucking feel like it! Vic
: [shoots the other leg
] Now, Ben, roll home, pack your bags, and leave town.
: [on Jake's pills
] Nitroglicerine my ass. Those are tic tacs.