“It started out as a metaphor, but I lost control. I know it means something, but I don’t know what. Up to my ass in bills? Up to my tie bar in treatises? New York after the Smash? You tell me.”
“It’s called diving for paychecks, dude, and the fat ones are on the bottom.”
“I’m soakin’ here, white boy. Wait your damn turn.”
“Accounts payable ain’t draining my damn pool without filling it something. You tell them that, and I’ll wait here.”
“Yes, this is the first 2,000 pages of that tell-all novel you were always threatening to write. You know what? It sucks.”
“You know what would really make this work? One of those big disco balls.”
“Just so you know, from the waist down I’m naked.”
“No, I don’t do this every day. But I do do it whenever I damn well feel like it.”
“No, I like it when you don’t knock. You know that.”
“I just wish there were more than two of us now. I really wish that.”
