Am I wearing a sign that says, "Help me?"
Might as well be.
Look, like they say in the movies, we're not partners, and we're not friends. You don't know me. You don't know my life, so why the sudden interest in me keeping my lousy job? And what the hell makes me so interesting to you, Mr. Allen? Tell me. I really like to know. And remember, I have a hangover. And a gun.