I'm a dick, dick, dick.

So, you do what you want. Me, I'm going to the moon. Harvey, did you see me coming? You sent this letter to kill the deal. You know I'm on it. It's your birthday? Grant me the serenity to accept the thin… Oh, must be a short conversation. No, that's, uh, that's Pulp Fiction. I sent that letter to buy you time. We'll talk this all over, Go ahead. Who's your top five? You're not getting away with this, eithe… That's pure pain thinner, baby.