Jackie Boy: …sccaught you ssmokinggthere, bud.
Dwight: You shut the hell up, Jackie-Boy. You’re dead. I’m just imagining this, so shut the hell up.
Jackie Boy: …Hntells you somethin ’bout your sstate a’ mind don’t it?… Ss’got you hearin things’got yer nerves shot. S’got you ssmoking… You know it’s truuuuuuue nobody ever really quitsss… Smoker’s a smoker when the chips’re downn and your chips’re down, pretty much
Sixth day since the last cigarette. Not planned, the quitting this time around. Aided by a fucked up incessant cough, and a visit home. My lungs have never taken to smoking, smoke always grates and hurts. Will stay off, this time around.
No seriously. No smoking. No more.
Incidentally, did you know that Tarantino guest-directed the five minute scene in which Dwight hallucinates that Jackie-Boy‘s corpse is talking?