Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
I drink your milkshake! I drink it up!
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
I have a competition in me. I want no-one else to succeed. I hate most people.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
You've let someone come in here and walk all over us. You let him in and do his work here, and you are a stupid man for what we could have had.