Why Mother, what do you mean?
The ship will automatically destruct in T-minus-5 minutes.
“The day of judgment is at hand. Have mercy on my soul, and to hell with all the others. Amen.”
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll whisper “no.”
Didn’t you bring someone bigger? Like the police?
Cops got better things to do than get killed.
OK, so we got a trooper pulls someone over, we got a shooting, these folks drive by, there’s a high-speed pursuit, ends here and then this execution-type deal.
I didn’t know the sponge was supposed to be wet.
How ‘bout double or nothin’?
You make your own luck…
Well, with that philosophy you must have had a provocative career!
Was that a pass?
Do you want me to draw you a picture?
Listen, when women go wrong, men go right after them.
What do I have to do, sing it for you?
Well, let’s put it this way. Apart from his asshole being about fifty yards away from his brains, and the choirboys playing “'unt the thimble” with the rest of him, he ain’t too happy.
Who gives a rat’s ass how I feel???
I feel the conflict within you. Let go of your hate.
But you’ve got to do it now. You’ve got to before it’s too late, whether you want to or not.
You want to know how to get Capone? They pull a knife, you pull a gun. He sends one of yours to the hospital, you send one of his to the morgue. That’s the Chicago Way! And that’s how you get Capone. Now do you want to do that? Are you ready to do that?