Bad luck, I guess. It floats around. It’s got to land on somebody.
It’s sad, when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son. But I couldn’t allow them to believe that I would commit murder. They’ll put him away now, as I should have years ago. He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls and that man… as if I could do anything but just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds. They know I can’t move a finger, and I won’t. I’ll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do… suspect me. They’re probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I’m not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching… they’ll see. They’ll see and they’ll know, and they’ll say, “Why, she wouldn’t even harm a fly…”
But I won’t … I won’t …
The hell I wont!
Help me! Help meee!
But she can help!
If I’m curt with you it’s because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fucking car.
Kurt! That’s the one I forgot! God bless Kurt.
Kurt Von Sepper, and yours?
Danny with the large white fanny!
That’s Fronkensteen.
You’re puttin’ me on.
You gotta be fuckin’ kidding.
You ain’t gonna be telling nobody nothing pretty soon!
And tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a phone call if you are unable to speak?
There’s only one way out for you, and it’s language.
Yeah well new rules.
Rule Number Two: You will not bother me while I am working.
Welcome to Fight Club. The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club. The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells “stop!”, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English! And the English are best at everything!
Now what’s wrong with being called Englishmen? The English don’t seem to mind.