"What are you, a fuckin world travelah?"
"Oh, yeah, you blend."
"Imagine yourah deah. Yourah prancin along, yeh get thirsty. Yeh spot a little brook, put yourah little deah lips down to the cool, clear, watah...then bam! A fuckin bullet rips off part of yer head, yer brains are lyin on the ground in little bloody pieces. Now I axe ya, would you give a fuck what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?"
Nah...never heard of it...