“The clothes are packed off to GoodwillI said my good-byes up on the hillThe house is empty, the furniture soldSoon your smell will decay to moldDon't know why I bother calling, ain't nobody answeringDon't know why I bother singing, ain't nobody listening"Disconnect"Collateral Damage, Track 10”

“Am I bothered? Am I bothered though. I ain't doing nothing cause I ain't bothered.”

“Don’t bother calling the cops, because nobody can find me here. I know, because after all these years, I’m still trying to find myself.”

“Start ringing things up then. This won't take long.""Which ones?""I don't care." I push some at her. "These.""These?" She looked dubious."Why not these?"She glanced at Ray. "'Cause if that's your man, I'd say you can leave these off.""Oh, no, you didn't." Ray said."What's this shit?" Ray demanded, looking at the saleclerk."Honey, truth hurts, but ain't no way you're a Magnum.""Well, I ain't no medium!"The clerk smiled. "Yeah, but I was being generous.""What are you doing?" The clerk demanded as Ray grabbed another box. "I ain't rung those up yet."Ray pulled out a foil package and tossed the box back on the counter. "So ring it up."She arched an eyebrow, but didn't bother, maybe because she was watching him unbutton his fly. I caught his wrist. "What are you doing?""Proving a point.""Not in the middle of the store, you're not.""Ain't nobody here," the cashier reminded me. "And ain't no way he's filling that thing out.”

“I could try to care, but I ain't sure it's worth the bother.”

“If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.”