You think you’ll ever get out of here?
Me? Yeah, one day, when I’ve got a long white beard and 2 or 3 marbles rolling around upstairs, they’ll let me out.
I’ll tell where I’d go. Zihuatanejo.
Zihuatanejo. It’s in Mexico, a little place on the Pacific Ocean. You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific?
They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life, a warm place with no memory.