You don’t pick a fight when you’re drunk.” “I had to punch someone in the face, Mark.”“So you picked up four-hundred pound tattoo-guy?”“He did have awesome tats didn’t he?”“You would know. You got to see them up close while they were in your face.

That’s some heavy painkillers in your drug stash.”“Well I’m in pain, aren’t I?

Have you got something against faith?”“Have you got something against reason?

What is this thing? Did you make it?”“I am a chemist, aren’t I?” Laurence says.“You own a meth-lab,” Benjamin says. “That does not qualify you as a chemist.

I’ve been watching you drink,” he says. “Think it’s a good idea to put your liver through this?”“What are you the public service message fairy?”“Just being polite.”“Well I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you, sir, have taken the being polite thing too far. Why don’t you just ask me out already so I can refuse and you can leave me the fuck alone?