Politics

"I'm sorry."

"You were right, officer." The lieutenant nods, sportsmanlike. "He was Occidental."

"Right again, officer." The lieutenant taps his blue pen at you, as though assigning another point.

"A disgraceful mercenary. The Oranjese state should have checked his breast for sublime patriotic rage before they trained him!"

Who... what... Dear god, you've been lied to! She could have killed her lover and lied to everyone! She's not candid at all, she's smoke and mirrors and will-o-wisps!

"Serves them right. When I am king, this Savings Bank will be first against the wall."

"I'll just call you Miss Oranje Disco Dancer." (Proceed.)

"Hold on there. The Hardie boys are not the law -- I am."

"Hold on there. The Hardie boys are not the law -- I am."

"That's a lot of shit you've gotten yourself into."

"This has got nothing to do with anything."

"And what would that miracle be?"

"It's my style. Superstar cops don't wear parkas. They rock out."

"This is the end and I am its trumpeter, Kim. The quicker we get it done the better."

"My... disco days are done."

"I seriously want this... social order to collapse now."

"Are you sure? I see communism everywhere, telling us what to think, stifling... ouch, my leg hurts!"

"Communism is making a massive comeback, Kim."