I’m against having emotions, not against using them.
I just need to get it translated from bull**** to English.
I don’t get lucky, I make my own luck.
I don’t pave the way for people, people pave the way for me.
I appreciate a good single malt. I don’t pretend I can make one.
Good lawyers worry about facts. Great lawyers worry about their opponents.
You put me in front of an unbiased judge, I walk away clean. You put me in a courtroom with a grand jury, anything can happen.
Something told me you’d need it, and by something, I mean common sense. And by need it, I mean you’re an idiot.
Lying to me doesn’t protect me. It betrays me.
If you want to quit, go ahead. But this isn’t because of Louis, and it isn’t because of me. It’s because you’re afraid you might have to admit that you’re not as smart as you think you are.
I’m not about caring, I’m about winning.
I refuse to answer that, on the grounds that i dont want to.
