Politics

"Good call, detective," he says, still looking at the ocean. "You can lose your mind trying to mediate everything these delinquents come up with. Fate will take care of it for us."

No, none of this Tequila Sunset business. It's gotten me to death's door. There has to be more in this world...

"I don't need your pity money. Now where were we?" (Don't take the money.)

Damn right I am Tequila Sunset. Arriva!

"Eighty-five percent is good enough. No one lives forever, baby!"

Let it fall to the ground, then pick it up. Like a normal adult person.

"Eight-five percent is not good enough when you're dealing with another person's physical well-being."

I knew it. I knew the end of the world was coming!

I hate waking life. I hate this world. I hate and fear everything. All I want is to dance... Please god, just let me dance!

"I'm sorry, Kim, I thought it would be funny to call a Code 31! I didn't even know it was a real code..."

"Okay, I was trying to assert my dominance over him."

"But... I was fighting bad, unsavoury ideologies. I'm a hero."

"Piss off, nature!" (Punch the tree.)

"There's nothing more real than the End of Everything."

"You told us that they were a bunch of fucking losers whose main interest was 'cramping your style'..."

"Yeah, okay. Real like paying your bills or eating malt fibre in the morning."

"What are you talking about? I'm the hottest shit in town. I'm as real as it gets."

"To never even grasp the idea of economic nonentities... I feel sorry for them."