After Sept. 11, they got bruised here in San Francisco. They had all their eggs in this basket.

world is a drama, we are the actors with our play role

[Bulger said that his ribs were bruised in the season opener Sept. 11 at San Francisco but that he kept quiet about it.] I'm not stupid enough to tell the trainers or anyone that I have sore ribs, ... Now that it's out ... they're a little bit sore.

What about San Francisco?"
"What about it?"
"Did you like it?"
She shrugged. "It was O.K."
"Just O.K.?"
She laughed. "Good God!"
"What?"
"You're all alike here."
"How so?" he asked.
"You demand adoration for the place. You're not happy until everybody swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn --"
"Whoa, missy."
"Well, it's true. Can't you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?"
He chuckled. "We're that bad, are we?"
"You bet your ass you are.

all of our eggs in one basket.

I've got more chins than a San Francisco phonebook.