We’re criminals, Alfred. We’ve always been criminals, nothing’s changed.
Criminals are like weeds, Alfred. Pull one up, another grows in its place.
When I was growing up, they would say you could become cops or criminals. But what I’m saying is this. When you’re facing a loaded gun, what’s the difference?
Criminals thrive on the indulgence of society’s understanding.
Create enough hunger and everyone becomes a criminal.