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Tommy is an unemployed mechanic who spends most of his time in a bar (Trees Lounge) in a small blue collar town. He seems to always be thinking, "If only X then I could stop drinking".
Tommy: Everybody's fucked up, but nobody wants anybody else to think they are, but everybody knows they are anyway.
[about having another glass of whiskey] Vic: You're a weak man. Tommy: Yeah, I know. That's why I drink it straight. The ice cubes are too heavy.
Tommy: He saved my life once. Debbie: What, he was gonna kill you but he changed his mind?
Tommy: If I win, I get to take you home. If you win, you can go home with me. Crystal: What kind of deal is that, huh? I don't know it doesn't make sense to me. Tommy: It's a good deal. It's a good deal for me!
[Tommy is immitating Marlon Brando from "On the Waterfront"] Tommy: I coulda been somebody, instead of just an ice cream truck driver, which is what I am, let's face it. Debbie: Who was that, Jerry Lewis? Tommy: Jerry Lewis? You thought that was Jerry Lewis?
Tommy: I know, but now I'm even worse. I don't know what I'm doing. I just, I, I just feel like... I don't know what I feel. I don't. I don't feel anything. Except lost.
Tommy: Hey Bill, did - did you ever kill anybody? Bill: [slurred drunkenly] What kind of an asshole question is that? Tommy: I mean, in uh, Korea. Bill: What "career?"
Jackie: Billy, Stan got new glasses. [to Stan] Jackie: Show him your glasses. [to Bill] Jackie: He don't like 'em. Stan: Get ready, Bill. [puts glasses on] Bill: You look like an idiot. Stan: Go fuck, Billy!
Tommy: No, Jerry is allright. Saved my life once. Debbie: What, he was gonna kill you but he changed his mind?
Tommy: He's a little old man. Can't you take some of the wrinkles out? You've given birth to Mr. Magoo.
Marie: You don't go to work every day. You go to a bar every day.
Harry: Can you help you? Tommy: Yeah, I was in here last week, I left my number. I was just wondering if you found a mechanic yet. Harry: No, not yet. Tommy: Because I'm available, I mean I know you're probably still looking at other possibilities but I can start anytime. Harry: I remember you. Where's your car? Tommy: My car? Harry: Yeah, when you drove away from here last week your car stalled out down the block, it took you 25 minutes to get it started. Tommy: I know, it's a piece of shit. But I've got it running pretty good now. Harry: So how come you're on foot? Tommy: Just felt like walking.