“I gotta hand it to you, son. You’ve got the biggest balls of anyone that’s come through those doors.”
“That’s the thing. You think you’ve got balls, but when it comes down to it, you find out you’d do anything to save yourself.”
“And the game of dominoes is much like life: You gotta play the bones you’ve pulled. It don’t matter if you got seven doubles in your damn hand.”
“That’s the kinda stuff that you’ve gotta figure out on your own, I think. Soul searching’s one of those things you do alone.” Mitch and I sit in impressed silence at this wise reflection upon the nature of existence. “Like jerking off,” he finishes, “or taking a dump.”
“You’ve got a big ego, Fuentes.”“That’s not all I’ve got.”
“Um … that’s the second time you’ve snorted in the last ten minutes. I think that’s got to be some kind of dork record. You do that a lot?”