Butch, Sundance.

All right, enough of the blame game. You ain't seen that motherfucker? Oh, you don't know when to shut your mou… If you were a werewolf, where would you… See, I have the painting. Sober hand. None of them look or sound like me. That makes sense. Not a problem. It's a joint, man. It just, like, disappears. When I was in the hospital, I did a lot… There's a missing piece. Now, where's my daughter? A swap.