Politics

"Good."

"You misunderstand me. (cough) I meant that in a... disco way."

"Nothing. I take it back."

"Nothing. I take it back."

"Who cares. Who cares about me. It doesn't matter."

"Pity all the whores and traitors haven't been washed away! It's like I suffer... (cough) but for what?"

"Who cares. Who cares about me. It doesn't matter."

"The coolest, Cuno. But unfortunately it's an ideology, not a person."

"My... disco days are done."

"It's not that cool. And it's not a person, but an ideology."

"I saw... apocalyptic visions. Of the darkness... behind darkness... behind darkness..."

"I'm such a burden. I should just fuck off..."

The lieutenant has taken a small step back. He looks at your face illuminated by the flames and nods silently. Then the fire falters...

"It's okay to kill yourself, you know. I'm gonna blow my brains out. Gonna close this one final case and then blam -- I'm outta here."

"What I'm hearing is -- we descend from the glorious revolutionary army."

"I just want to be in a normal, right wing police force. That's all I want."