Let your job restore your pride, and let your conscience be your guide.
What, carrying his load? Yeah, that’s about right.[Allen Kincade: Is that how you’d describe your job, Cliff?]
You’re a grown-up, man. You got a house. You got a job. I don’t want that. I don’t care about none of that.[to Johnny]
You never said anything about killing anyone.[Fezzik]I’ve hired you to help me start a war. It’s a prestigious line of work with a long and glorious tradition.[Vizzini]
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No job is too big. No fee is too big.
This job tears you to pieces. And this is my one chance to put those pieces back together.
Somehow, jobs that are designed to rattle a cage are always the most tedious. I’ve actually grown to appreciate “proximity work.” Staged accidents, gradual poisonings. Anything with a little creativity. When was my last nice, quiet drowning?
My bad luck is biblical. I’m not even trying to kill people and someone dies.
