“Y’know, all my life I’ve been careful to stay in my own corner looking out for Number 1, no complications. Now suddenly I’m responsible for the entire fucking world! And everybody in this mother is trying to kill me, if — if — my head doesn’t blow up first.”
“Maybe it’s not just about you anymore.”
“Listen. You listen to me. You see that city over there? That’s where I’m supposed to be. Not down here with the dogs and the garbage and the fuckin’ last month’s newspapers blowing back and forth! I’ve had it with them! I’ve had it with you! I’ve had it with all this!”
“I want room service! I want the club sandwich! I want the cold Mexican beer! I want a $10,000-a-night hooker!”
“I want my shirts laundered … like they do at the Imperial Hotel … in Tokyo.”