Sometimes to achieve greatness you have to cut off a little piece of yourself. No matter how much it hurts in order to grow. In order to move on.
What are you doing with that? Are you going to bake me a cake? Gonna sing me a song and watch me blow out me f*****g candles? I come here for a f*****g shootout, right? A proper shootout with some proper men. Like Colonel Custer and Geronimo. Have you ever heard of them? No. Because you were too in your penny baking f*****g fairy cakes weren’t you?
I’m a homosexual, Frances. Well, you know… I’m a giver. Alright? I’m not a receiver. There is a difference. I’m not a fagg**.