You see...I got a problem...cops don't like me...and I don't like cops...nenenenenenenenenenenene.
If it bleeds, we can kill it.
What do I know about restaurant business? Nothing. All I know is how to sit down and order a meal, that's all I know.
You know...I think you've gotten the wrong impression about me. I think in all fairness, I should explain to you what it is that I do. For instance, tomorrow morning, I'm gonna get up nice and early. Walk over to the bank. Come in and see you...and if you don't have my money ready for me, I'll split your f*cking head right open, in front of everybody in the bank...