Stick up your ass. Here's a shoelace
"You know what question I hate the most? I tell ya, what single question I hate the most: 'Are you okay?' I hate being asked if I'm okay, because I'm not fucking okay. I haven't been okay! And you asking me if I've been ok, it's like, y'know what--when I first started skiing I'd fall, and I'm talking about being fifteen, and I'd fall. I'd be there, picking snow out of my teeth, in the general state of fucked-upedness. And invariably some guy would ski toward me at top speed, y'know, top fucking speed, and he'd bring his skis around ninety degrees, spraying me with snow. Then he'd look down and he'd say: 'Are you okay?' That's what it always sounds to me. Oh, oh, you just won an Oscar, and you're calling me to ask if I'm okay? Ohh, you just bought a yacht, and you're calling me to ask if I'm okay? Oh, uh, you just got a hundred thousand dollars and you're calling to see if I'm okay? No I'm not fucking okay. I haven't been okay"
"I don't care if she's a porn star. It does not elevate her in my estimation, or downgrade her. It's just a job. Last I checked, porn stars come from the planet earth. It's just a job, eh, jack."
-E.R.
"I don't care if she's a porn star. It does not elevate her in my estimation, or downgrade her. It's just a job. Last I checked, porn stars come from the planet earth. It's just a job, eh, jack."
-E.R.