Lines for Joe M - Desespoir

Four thousand euros. If I had four thousand fucking euros I'd be a resident some place else.

O Sir, I eyed your staff, and the town hall gardians, sweeping before you as you walked and wafting away at your behind as you went, fanning your wind to either side of the red carpet and scooping up your droppings as they came to bear.

 What kind of a fucking doctor would ever levy such a miserable tariff on a dying man?

Cut Line: You're so far too the left you're on the fucking right!