Look man, I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I'll tell you where we hid the dirty bomb. I know where the WMDs are. I'll even tell you what happened to Jimmy Hoffa, just make it stop. Make it stop, man. Please god, make it stop.
There is something unsettling about a woman with cats. It's like she is saying. "I love being single forever, but I'd like someone to open pickle jars for me"