Hummingbird

Joey:
When I'm sober... When I'm healthy and well... I hurt people. I'm lethal. I drink to weaken the machine they made.

Joey:
You've got a knife? I've got a spoon.

Tracey:
So Joey, are you exclusively gay?

Joey:
You know, it's interesting. Recently, I've found myself attracted to nuns.

Mr. Choy:
You want to work?

Joey:
Yeah.

Mr. Choy:
You know what kind of work I do...

Joey:
They say you want a driver.

Mr. Choy:
I got a lot of businesses. They say you're a hard man. It's a hard city.

Joey:
You know why she ended up in the river? Because that's what the river's for. To wash away girls when they're finished with them!

Cristina:
Actually, Joey, I do like photographs. I take photographs... usually of nature.

Joey:
Penises are nature, I suppose.

Cristina:
Yes, I suppose they are.

Joey:
Sister, I'm Catholic.

Cristina:
I'm not your sister. I'm drunk, and I'm up against the wall.

Cristina:
How will you get home?

Joey:
I'm a gangster, I'll steal a car.

Cristina:
You look like a good man.

Joey:
So take a picture.

Cristina:
Did your daughter ask for photos?

Joey:
No, when she's older. This way she'll have something to remind her of me.

Cristina:
You won't see her?

Joey:
I don't think I'll look like this for much longer.

[last lines]

Joey:
[in his letter] Now I go back to the street and disappear. I was alive again for one summer. I'm glad I spent it with you. I hope Africa treats you well. All my love, Joseph Smith.