[Joe noticed Jimmy using drugs in his bathroom, and kicks him out.]
I use that shit to get by.
I don't use it; I get by. Get dressed and get out.
[As he is putting on his clothes]
Oh, right, I forgot: talkin' to "Dudley" ****in' "Do-Right"! Shit happens real easy, man. It starts out... painkillers. Usin' Demerol because your ****in' KNEES are shot! 'Fore you know it, you're chewin'... codeine with your pancakes. And then a truck comes out of nowhere, and you're talkin' to God. And you're sayin' "Hey... help me out, Big Guy. I pay taxes. I go to church. What's with this "dead WIFE AND KID" SHIT?! But He ain't answerin'. He ain't takin' no calls that day. Instead I get a call from the ****in' League, and they're sayin' "Hey, kid, your career's over." I say "Why?" Because I gambled. WHY is there a ****in' INJURY REPORT in pro football, huh?! Nobody else has one: pro football does! You know why? It's so the GAMBLERS will have a ****in' accurate spread! It's all business now! They PUSH you until you blow your ****in' BRAINS out, just like Billy Cole did! Can't you see those ****IN' HYPOCRITES TOOK AWAY MY ****IN' LIFE?!!
[in a pensive tone]
When you're done feelin' sorry for yourself, the front door's that way.
You bastard...
