Third Man Out

Timmy Callahan:
You have no appreciation for my integrity at all, do you?

Donald Strachey:
I *love* your integrity. You want to take it to an empty room, we can try it with the rubber gloves?

Timmy Callahan:
You're disgusting.

Donald Strachey:
That's why you love me.

John Rutka:
How's Senator Glassman these days?

Timmy Callahan:
How did you know that...

John Rutka:
That you're her Chief Aid? It's my job to know these things. She's got a good voting record on gay rights. Wish the rest of the state senate was like her.

Timmy Callahan:
Oh good! So maybe you won't feel obliged to destroy her and I'll get to keep my job.

John Rutka:
I do what I do for the good of us all.

Timmy Callahan:
Yeah. You're a regular Mother Teresa.

Donald Strachey:
O-kay. Timmy, I think maybe you need to take Doctor Watson for a walk.

Timmy Callahan:
I just did.

Donald Strachey:
I think he needs to go again.

Timmy Callahan:
Okay. Excuse me, while I out my dog for the good of us all.

John Rutka:
Have you ever been shot, Don?

Donald Strachey:
As a matter of fact, I have. I didn't care for it much.

John Rutka:
Neither did I. But that doesn't matter to you, does it? You probably think I should be shot, and killed.

Donald Strachey:
No, actually, John, I don't. But that probably puts me in exclusive company.

Donald Strachey:
Well, don't you think it's a little bit strange, not to know when you're in somebody's will?

Ann Rutka:
Okay, I think I get the drift of this. Let me tell you something, okay? John was a royal pain in the ass, but he was family and I loved him. And if you're thinking for one second that, what, I murdered him for half a bowling alley and a house, you're out of your f***ing mind, okay? So, excuse me, but I have to go bury my brother now. [to Bub] What a jerk!

Detective 'Bub' Bailey:
Always that subtle, Donald?

Donald Strachey:
No. Usually, they hit me.

Timmy Callahan:
Have I told you lately that I think you're a genius?

Donald Strachey:
Not lately.

Timmy Callahan:
Don... when I... when I'm gone...

Donald Strachey:
Shh-shh-shh!

Timmy Callahan:
Just listen to me. I don't want you to be alone. I want you to find someone. Someone... fat and ugly with a very small penis.

Donald Strachey:
[grinning] You b*tch.

Helen:
[On the phone] Auto motor vehicles.

Donald Strachey:
[On the phone] Hi Helen, it's Donald Strachey.

Helen:
[On the phone] Hello, handsome. Still gay?

Donald Strachey:
[On the phone] [Chuckles] Are you still beautiful?

Helen:
[On the phone] [Chuckles] Just give me the plate number and I'll run a check.

Donald Strachey:
[Whispered] Just go talk to him!

Timmy Callahan:
[Whispered] Why can't you do it?

Donald Strachey:
[Whispered] Because the last time he saw me he tried to beat my brains in with a tire iron and he may want to finish the job! Just go!