The saddest thing in life is wasted talent.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
People don't love him, they fear him. There's a difference.
He's wrong, it don't take much strength to pull a trigger but try getting up every morning day after day and work for a living, let's see him try that, then we'll see who the real tough guy is, the working man is the tough guy, your father's the tough guy!
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.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
Now yous can't leave.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.