77 Quotes About Jake

Don't kill me—you fucking cunt.Hot tip. If you're trying to get someone to not kill you, avoid calling him a fucking cunt.

He was lying in bed with the woman he loved . . . a woman he couldn't make love to. He closed his eyes. More than any­thing in this world, he wanted this woman to be happy. He'd give her anything, do anything to make her happy. Even if it made his own life hell.

Plus there was the standard French insult of ignoring your French and answering in English.

For the love of Mary, I get it, she's got a nifty twat. Tell me what I need to know and you can go up there and try'n get back into it.

Speaking was temporarily beyond him, what with the testicular trauma and ass-stabbing.

You're fond, I imagine of your right eye? I mean, you've gone to the trouble of putting make up on it.

He didn't protest much. Evidently he had a penchant for surrender.

Jake, if you could stand the idea of getting inked, you'd have a pink triangle tattooed across your chest.

Thus began a break of undetermined length and meaning.