Politics

"I think so. Sorry, as you know, I've been having problems with my memory..."

"As long you're making ends meet and advancing your career objectives."

The lieutenant gives you a quick glance. Then, still looking straight ahead, he joins you with a higher-pitched and slightly more melodic trill.

That's brilliant! So funny and nihilistic.

The king is the king and he can do anything.

I would like to sleep on gold. Hustler-style.

"Because actually he wanted stability and incremental progress -- and so do I."

"Because I believe a powerful nation-state is the only way to protect the working class from subhumans."

"Because I'm a communard."

"Because he was totally a gangster and a bank robber who went for all the cash in the world. That's me."

"Sorry I couldn't do this, I have a brain condition..." (Tap on your head.)

"Very long, ma'am. I'm sorry."

"It's like every time I'm talking to people I'm choosing Option D, 'none of the above'... Is that moralism?"

"Nothing. Just doing my job."

"Moralism is the ideology of foreign occupiers. Revachol must be governed by Revacholians!"

"Sounds like the victim was unconscious. Or at least incapacitated. Well done, detective." He nods to you.

"Kipts. You know."

(Shrug.) "What's a bunch of dead kipts where there's fortune and glory?"