Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
If you can't see the angles no more, you're in trouble.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Favor gonna kill you faster than a bullet.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
The dream don't come no closer by itself. We gotta run after it now.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
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.