Politics

"I like this. Puts the fear of god back in the f****ts."

(Sneer.) "I bet they're really rich. They must be very special people to be so rich..."

"Sounds like a place for congregating homo-sexuals."

"Sounds like a place for congregating homo-sexuals."

(Lean in and whisper.) "Let me guess, these rich people are not from around here..."

"Because I have a problem with homo-sexuals. Major problem."

(Look awestruck.) "Who are these rich people? They sound wonderful! I'd like to be one too."

"Strange. The existence of rich people does not stir any emotions in me."

"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."

Try to lie about your actions in front of the lieutenant.

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!