"It wasn’t really the throat-slitting – that was fine – but it was falling face-down on the f—-ing snow. Freezing snow. You think it’s not a big deal, but my head was numb. And then I had to f—-ing lie there while Gus comes by to check my pulse, but then you watch the footage and you can’t even see my face. They could’ve put a black poodle there!"
— Either Adam Goldberg or Mr. Numbers complaining about his death, I’m not sure which. (X
He actually might’ve wanted one.