High school—those are your prime suffering years. They don’t get better suffering than that.
Fear is the path to the Dark Side! Fear leads to anger; anger leads to hate; hate… leads to suffering! I sense much fear in you.
Not frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
“We’re being hunted.”
“Oh, God…!”
“It’s all right.”
“The HELL it is!”
What guarantees could I give you, Mike? I’m the hunted one. I’ve missed my chance. You think too much of me, kid. I am not that clever. All I want is a truce.
He shoulda armed himself!
AK-47. The very best there is. When you absolutely, positively got to kill every motherfucker in the room, accept no substitutes.
Now that there is the Tec-9, a crappy spray gun from South Miami. This gun is advertised as the most popular gun in American crime. Do you believe that shit? It actually says that in the little book that comes with it: the most popular gun in American crime. Like they’re actually proud of that shit.
We call this piece the Fecalator. One look at it and the target shits him or herself. Try it on.
You got a nice suit at home or do you like coming to work everyday dressed like you’re goin’ to invade Poland?
Clothes make the man. I believe that. You say to me you want to go shopping, you want to buy clothes, but you don’t know what kind. You leave that hanging in the air, like I’m going to fill in the blank. That, to me, is like asking me who you are, and I don’t KNOW who you are. I don’t want to know! It’s taken me my whole life to find out who I am, and I’m tired now. You hear what I’m saying?
You look like a cholo dressed up for Easter.
What we have here is a failure to communicate.
Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.
You’re like the drunken, abusive grandfather I never had.
And you’re crazy. But I’ll be sober tomorrow and you’ll be crazy for the rest of your life.
What you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
You get nothing! Good day sir!!
And after that… My guess is you’ll probably never hear from him again.
Wait! Where are you going? I was going to make Espresso!