"Hi, my name is Currie. I know everyone in manhattan hates me right now, so what should I do? Hire a respect? Someone unqualified? Or choose what the fans what, and if that doesn't workout, I have a reason for the hire, right?"- Currie (What we want to believe)
"These dumbasses think I'll fold? Hey, bartender, give me and my friend boyle a shot/moutaindew asap, we're going to rough ridin' work some fillies."- Currie (What's really going on)