A Little Harmless Murder
2003
Karen: Oh, and by the way, when Jerry called you a cacophonous, mongoloid tally-whacker, he didn't mean that as a compliment.
Paul: Paul quitting his job at the Blind Shop. Paul: Anyway, I was getting really tired of having to say, "No, we don't sell Playboy in Braille."
Paul: Excuse me, sir, I was wondering if you could do me the great favor of killing me. Life Insurance Salesman: Uhhh... no... but, could I interest you in some premium life insurance? Paul: No! A fate worse than death! Stay away from me, Dark Angel, you frighten me!
Paul: How about this? We get a power drill, and make a hole in my belly button. Then we get two fishing rods, and use the hooks to just pull out my intestines! OK, thanks anyways... buh-bye. This is harder than it looks. They make it look so easy on TV.
Paul: Can't a guy get himself killed around here?
Paul: Nobody'll kill me. Maybe I should offer them money. George: Oh, no, don't do that - too expensive. Most people charge an arm and a leg, so to speak.
George: Who was that? Paul: Oh, just the director. You know, the obligatory cameo. Egomaniac!
George: Death ain't 'livin' la vida loca.'
Karen: I was thinking we could get back together. I can live with the fact that you're not much of a man. So, how about it then?
Paul: So, about us getting back together. I'd rather spend the weekend drinking turpentine and rolling around in cow manure.