If you saw the [Blue Bistro] kitchen, you'd laugh. We touch butts all night.

I saw him even now going the way of all flesh, that is to say towards the kitchen

We saw a lot of cigarette butts. But we drew the line at picking those up.

Everything in there is so tight. And that tiny little kitchen. I'm afraid to touch anything, so I haven't been cooking at all and that hurts me. Cooking is like medicine to me. I do it, and I feel good.

We spent the night at a parking lot until the next morning.

We got our butts kicked,