Every move he makes is a selling shot. I was overwhelmed.

After the shot he was behind me, but just before the shot he was interfering with me. I couldn't move. I thought it was a good call.

but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers

if you're dumb enough to buy it i'm smart enough to sell it to you.

I think, for sure, 'Saturday Night Fever' and 'Pulp Fiction' were kind of bookends for - or the pillars of - my career.

And now after all this time I finally figured out how to trap him... I will become him.