Where I am going to go now?

That hurt, Shellie.

Well, that sounds awful.

I don't understand how anyone could...

This is a bad place, this farm.

Hell of a way to start my retirement.

Bad cough blood in it.

It's the worst thing I ever said to anyone.

I'm sorry I said those things.

You're a bad boy, and that is a terrible shirt.

And a really bad cold.

Hell of a way to end a partnership.

He stinks so bad, I want to throw up.

His blood smells even worse than he does.

Rotten way to kill a man, but it's quiet.

One hell of a hangover.

It brings out the worst in me.

So that's reassuring, you know.

You beast, you're all right!

The Yamura's smoking badly. It's on fire.

I've been beat up every time I turn around.

We gonna talk about calling the race off in the event of rain?

You say that like I care.

It got pretty bad at Shellie's place, but they didn't kill anybody.

At Grand Prix time, crowds, excitement, noise. Terrible.

If anything, they're worse.

So why this rotten feeling in my gut that something is awfully wrong?

Tell me.

Yeah, mist, hence the mist setting. It's a safety issue, okay? There we go.

Only the horrid, oily tar taste creeping up my nostrils.

May be great there, but terrible up there.

We've got the severe anal discharge, sometimes violent... a.k.a. Diarrhea.

They usually accept you, unless you're totally hopeless

I can't fathom these Americans always whining and going on about how they got it so bad.

That was a perfectly appalling thing, what he said to that girl.

I had no idea it's gotten that bad, sis.

I've made a terrible mistake, put you in terrible danger.

Well, it's just so damn rough up there, that the car flicks all over the place.

Could have been a real mess around here if I didn't have that tubing for tourniquets.

Last night I had a very bad cold, and I drank a whole bottle of NyQuil.

I've seen his victims and their twisted little faces, all widemouthed and bugeyed, frozen in their last horrible moment of living.