The good: he’s an artist who expresses his artistic vision in profanity.
The bad: he likes to fantasize that he’s raping his mother.
The ugly: he drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon, the sick bastard.
Best line: “Baby wants to fuck! Baby wants to fuck Blue Velvet!”
Similar to Raul Duke, he ingests loads of drugs and alcohol and pretty much every single thing he utters is quotable, although not in polite company, by which I mean truckers, bikers, or Satan. “One thing I CAN’T FUCKIN’ STAND IS WARM BEER, MAKES ME FUCKIN’ PUKE!!!” Yes – three exclamation points. He’s that kind of guy. And it’s not just that he uses a lot of swear words, it’s that he means every single one and he releases them with such vehemence you would think that he just discovered the concept on the spot. He’s also the only person I’ve ever seen who can get whipped into a psycho-sexual frenzy while listening to Roy Orbison’s “In Dreams”. If only it wasn't for the Pabst - he may be a drug-dealing murdering child-abducting rapist, but there's no excuse for drinking cheap beer.