harry du bois

I mean: we get drinks, come back here, sit on the frozen sea ice and drink until we start talking about fucked-up emotional stuff. The *worst*.

That's not my name. I'm Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. That's what you should call me.

I like you -- but I'm afraid to be around you, because you're a woman.

Oh, I'm sorry... have I not told you I'm a raging alcoholic who recently drank himself into an oblivion so deep he can't even remember what sounds like the biggest street in the city?

There's a white shadow that smells like apricots, it's... always there.

My left shoe! I don't know where the right one is, though... (Look at your shoe.)

THIS IS A DISASTER.

I lost my name.

*Franconigerian hard-body*. Softly round, yet still in shape. Ladies dig it.

That's not my name. I'm Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau. That's what you should call me.

But then the figurines don't do anything...

Look at me! A hideous beast, a failure of a cop. A disgrace.

God damn right I'm a f****t! (Turn around and yell.)

The people who built this world intended it to be better for you, but they failed. It is easier to live in their failure with this by your side. (Tap on the tape recorder.)

What's a board... game?

I dodged the second shot. I can also get *not shot*.

I still have my disco trousers. (Look at your pants.)

I'm not a shit-licking boujee dog. I'm a half-dead police officer who's just doing his job.

You see, Kim. I have this place in my head. (Point to your head.) Where I develop new ideas and connections.

It's obvious. Someone did me over. I got fucked -- bad.

No one wants to *do* anything with me... no one wants to party with me.

Momma's serving some serious macaroni.

Oh -- I'm contemplating, Kim. I'm drawing *existential conclusions* from this.

I embrace my fate, Garte. This is the night of the Hobocop.

Yes, yes... some shit gimps left behind. Were those gimps... (Suddenly raise your eyes.) ...left-handed?

So you're saying I didn't kill him? But, Kim, it turned out to be that *I* was the one racing around town in my motor carriage...

You know I have to take this to Internal Affairs, don't you, lieutenant?

I love public art! Don't mind us, keep doing what you're doing.

The damn ball was slippery as fuck! How do you expect me to throw this piece of *shit* when it's got old man spunk all over, Mossback?!

Kim, look, bullet holes!