Your problem is you have spent your whole life thinking there are rules. There aren’t. We used to be gorillas. All we had is what we could take and defend.
Because some roads you shouldn’t go down. Because maps used to say there’d be dragons here. Now they don’t. But that don’t mean the dragons aren’t there.
That’s just how it is sometimes. Life. You know, you go to bed unsatisfied. They’re calling lottery numbers on the TV, and you get the first few, and already in your mind, you’re buying a jet or a fjord or whatever, but it’s just not meant to be. It’s just not meant to be.
Mister, we’re not friends. I mean, maybe we will be someday. But I gotta say, if that were me in your position… I would have killed that man.
In the favelas of Brazil, there are six-year-olds with Glocks. They roam in packs, stealing whatever they can find. Mexican lowlifes stream into this country like wolves, eyeing our women and children. In the Congo, a family of six live on 10 cents a day. You turn on the TV, what do you see? Boat people. Mass migration. You’re living in the age of the refugee, my friend.[to Emmit]