"There’s chunks of my life that I don’t remember due to staph infections and concussions. You can’t blame it all on drugs with this guy because, you know, I’m straight edge."
Michael: Tell GOB I’ll be telling the cops it was him in the truck, so he’ll be joining me here. I’ve got a nice, hard cot with his name on it.
Lucille: You’d do that to your own brother?
Michael: I said cot.