Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?

"No self-respecting southerner uses instant grits!"

Everything that guy just said is bullshit... Thank you.

He wore that... rediculous thing.. for you.

Nice work!

I bought a suit. You seen it. Now it's covered in mud. This town doesn't have a one hour cleaner so I had to buy a new suit, except the only store you could buy a new suit in has got the flu. Got that? The whole store got the flu so I had to get this in a second hand store. So it's either wear the leather jacket, which I know you hate, or this. So, I wore this ridiculous thing for you.

This is my life. Like everyday.

“My biological clock is! Ticking! Like! This!”

And later;

“I’m not gonna marry you, you couldn’t win your first case without help!”

Do you have a favorite quote to share?

That's a bullshit question.

Separately, "it was only a can of tuna" has blended with "that's a tuna bro" from when those Boston guys spotted a sunfish.