Everything for me is visual. That's just how my head works.
Death smiles at us all, all that man can do is smile back...
The Official Bulletin declared that the Poles should be as proud of me as the Germans are of Mozart; obvious nonsense.
Mettre ou se faire mettre, that is the question.
Let's put a smile on that face!
[On Las Vegas:] I love that town. No clocks. No locks. No restrictions.
Holy crap, you are creepy as shit sneaking up on me wearing that collar with that freaky ass smile!