You know I got a lot of baggage.
Oh, shit!
I think I left it at the terminal.
Motherfucker, what a waste of twenty-hour flight.
Everything was in there: Slim Jims; toothbrush; pillow for my sad naps; Star Trek on Blu-ray.
I think this metaphor’s done, man.
Soak it up alone.
It’s a sickness to force on anybody.
Quick game of hot potato.
Get it right or get out the way.
Go home.
No one ever wants you here.
NBD, son.
You got the same one-view mindset.
Go back where you came from.
This isn’t real.
Walk it off.
Grab lunch with the birds that are flying around my head.
Whoo, look who in the fuck walked in:
A little Pelley-Maughn minion pointing out all of my flaws again.
Maybe you should just run away.