“Now, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?”
“Tell me to mind my own business, tell me to go fuck myself, to piss, off, go on, say it, but don’t tell me nothing’s wrong.”
“Now, do you mind telling me why you have all these guns lying around? Are you afraid the paperwork will rise up against you?''Oh, no. I'm going to use the guns as paperweights.”
“Why, Maysie? What more do you need me to tell you? Haven't I already handed my fucking guts to you on a platter? What else do you need to hear?”
“Tell me what to do to change your mind.”
“Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?”