You have the look of a man who believes what he sees because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth. Do you believe in fate, Neo?
I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
Why, when I talk about belief, why do you always assume I’m talking about God?
Are you a God?
Not gods - Englishmen. The next best thing.
…will l get to kill Englishmen?
All Englishmen are ugly. I just look at Prince Charles and weep.
For five hundred dollars a month I’ll kill just about whoever you want me to. But remember this: I’d gladly kill you for free.
Ohhhhh-ho-ho! Well, go ahead! But think about this, Lorraine! Who’s gonna pay for all your liquor, huh? Or your jewelry? Who’s gonna pay for your cosmetic surgery, Lorainne?! […] Look, Lorraine, you walk out that door, and I won’t only cut off you-- I’ll cut off your kids. […] First your daughter Linda. I’ll cancel all her credit cards; she can settle her debts with the bank all by herself. Your idiot son, Dave? I’ll have his probation revoked. And as for Marty… Well, maybe you’d just like all three of your kids behind bars, just like your brother Joey. One big, happy, jailbird family.
I swear to God, I do not need this right now, okay? I’ve got a judge that’s just aching to throw me in jail.
Do you have anything to say before we find you guilty?
All I ask from you is a very simple answer to a very simple question. There are only two ways to answer it: guilty or not guilty.
I never believed in the no-win scenario.
I never saved anything for the swim back.
Here’s to swimmin’ with bow-legged women.
The water is freezing and there aren’t enough boats…not enough by half.
We ARE doing this to keep warm… aren’t we?
We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?
Okay, so let’s go through the list, he knows:
A. Your first name,
B. What you look like,
C. Where you’re from, and
D. What your specialty is.
It’s not like he’s gonna have a hard time narrowing it down from there, is he?!
The first thing you should know about us is we have people everywhere. Am I right?