Maybe I felt a little threatened or something, 'cause your career is, kind of, just blossoming, and mine's, kind of, winding down or whatever.

Now, I've been bringing your stuff in for months so whatever he's planning, it's big, and I want in.

All right, the way I see it, you bet on Moe, you got a fifty-fifty chance but you bet on the both of us, and we cover twice the ground in half the time and I'm willing to give you 10 percent of everything I find.

Investigation unit catches you with as much as a crack pipe in your car, they come down pretty hard.

I don't hear a peep from you for three months, then all of a sudden you show up with this new score.

I told my father all about you... about, uh, what an awesome spiritual experience it was...

If your special lady friend is missing, you can benefit from the help of a witch, and since I control all the witches in this town,

Speaking of, I swung by your place earlier to commiserate over a drink, but I must've just missed you.

I have so many powers, I could tear this room apart until there's nothing left but your little trinkets but, no, I have to do this bullshit!

My sources tell me the drives hold intel about a worldwide surveillance system, but judging from your concern,

Well, considering it was your criminally poor judgment which resulted in Joan's abduction in the first place, let's dispense with that foolishness and approach the situation the smart way.

There's some random guy eating in our house while your boyfriend/boss is out of town, and you're bragging to me about a heart-to-heart you had with my dyke principal?

Never married, never spoke about you except to say that it was a wild thing she did when she was 23 and got drunk backstage after one of your concerts.

So maybe you're the reason why we're here, and maybe everyone will learn about the real Simon Asher once and for all now that I know they should, too, right?

[Hey! You sold one. No shit! You really sold a cartoon to the fucking New Yorker magazine.] (Laughter) Now of course that's not what happened, but that's the emotional truth.

"I am the dog you put to sleep, as you like to call the needle of oblivion, come back to tell you this simple thing: I never liked you."

I resented the way you moved, your lack of animal grace, the way you would sit in a chair to eat, a napkin on your lap, a knife in your hand.