Hey Charlie, how’s your father’s cancer?
I don’t trust my children, Charlie.
Do you know what’s in granola? It’s made from orphans, Charlie.
Sorry if I seem a little shaky: it’s the Red Bulls.
Margot! Why does it smell like some dog’s been licking his balls in here?!
Have I ever told you about the man who died where you’re sitting?
Spell Delaware with me, Charlie: D-E-L-A-W-A-R-E.
My dad was a knife-thrower, and he left when I was seven.
Ever get stung by a wasp? Hurts like hell.
Charlie. That’s what we used to call the Vietcong. I killed a lot of Charlies.
