It’s a sad day when a native son takes up with his oppressor. There’s a word for that back home you know, the penalty is death.
You were just saying? “Just saying” gets people sent to Allenwood. “Just saying” got me a nine year stretch in Levinworth and Alcatraz, do you understand? So, “just saying” can get you buried real f*****g quick.
You always have a choice. You just happen to make the wrong f*****g one.
The last thing I would do if I was planning to harm you is to warn you in advance.
Take your shot, but make it your f*****g best, ’cause if I get up, I’ll eat ya.
You did not get in trouble because you punched this sneaky brat in the face, not at all. You got in trouble because you punched the sneaky little brat in the face in front of other people.
It’s not what you do, it’s when and where you do it, and who you do it to or with.
If nobody sees it, it didn’t happened.
You need to keep an eye on it, because you know, the juice will sneak up and bite you on the ass.
There are lessons again and again throughout your whole life. You gotta learn from these things.
You spill the secret family recipe today, maybe you f*****g spill about me tomorrow.
It’s a business opportunity: get the FBI to fight our wars against our enemies while they protect us, and we do whatever the f*** we wanna do.
