Alicia Clark: Ugh, the guy smashes his train, and then steps
over bodies to go have a few beers? Henry Hackett: What
do you do after you step over bodies? Alicia Clark: I have
a cigarette and go to sleep.
[Henry Hackett is drinking a can of soda for breakfast.]
Martha Hackett: Why don't you just pour battery acid down
your throat? Henry Hackett: No caffeine.
McDougal: Henry, why do you have me doing all this grunt
work? I'm a columnist! Henry: You're not a columnist. You're
a reporter who writes long.
Henry Hackett: When did you become so paranoid? McDougal:
When they started plotting against me.
Phil: Oh, Bernie, cut it out with the smoke. You know the
doctor found nicotine in my urine again? Bernie White: Then
stop stickin' your dick in my ashtray.
Henry Hackett: Oh yeah? Well guess fuckin' what? I don't
really fuckin' care. You wanna know fuckin' why? Because
I don't live in the fuckin' world, I live in New York City!
So go fuck yourself.
