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]
When you put a dead judge, the Gerhardt family, and some hitters from Kansas in a bag together, I go back to thinking it might be best just to confess to the crime myself, go live a long life in a cell somewhere with hot and cold running water.
Son, you got yourself a woman problem. How I know is they’ve been plaguing me my whole life. What’s the joke? Can’t live with them, can’t turn them into cat food. Personally, I don’t see the value in all that talking and the mood swings and the lack of rational thinking, which, brother, your b**ch has got that in spades. See, the male of the species has got the potential for greatness. Look at your kings of old. Napoleon, Kublai Khan, Samson. Giants made of muscle and steel. But these women, even in those Bible movies, you see a Delilah and, uh, Scheherazade. I want to tell you my own private belief here. I think Satan is a woman. Think about it.