Camouflage
2001/I
Jack Potter: Marty knew dick about being a dick.
Marty Mackenzie: Three things I learned being a private eye: never trust a girl, always get it on tape, and bring backup.
Jack Potter: When in Rome, do like the Romans. But Marty wasn't in Rome... Rome's in Italy.
Bearded Guy: (referring to music on radio) I'm a songwriter. I wrote this, and I recorded it with a buddy down in Bakersfield. He used to have a studio, but he's dead now. Yeah... Somebody killed him for being selfish. Look, this song's called "Last Train to Trussburg." Do you think you could help me get it published? I mean... , look, you could sing it. Hell, you could even record it! Hey, I got words! Listen. (singing) Two-lane redwood highway, bumping along... Two-lane redwood highway, it's a song... Two-lane redwood highway, two-lane redwood highway... (abruptly stops singing) Oh, I think I might add a couple yippee-ai-yays to give it a cowboy feel. What do you say? Jack Potter: I don't sing other people's songs, you know? I'm a loner. You know what I mean. (he turns to walk away) Is there a place around here a guy can take a pee? Bearded Guy: (angrily grabbing Jack and putting a knife to his throat) You think you're one bigshot singer, don't you? You think you're better than I am. Well, look out that window. What do you see? That's a two-lane redwood highway. I wrote that, huh? Two-lane redwood highway. You're selfish. That's what you are.