It really boiled down to Phil.

Guns never settle anything, I said. They are just a fast curtain to a bad second act

So he sighed and pined and ogled,And his passion boiled and bubbled,Till he blew his silly brains out,And no more was by it troubled.

It was just laying up there in pieces. We had a skeleton. That's what it really boiled down to.

Don't hang your head. Compared to the machine she's got, I think we did damn good.

The house was all a mess.