I don’t make mistakes. I’m not “just like the rest of you.” I’m stronger. I’m smarter. I’m better. I am better.
I’ll tell you what. When we’re all done here, I’ll buy you a nice, big, family size bottle of top-shelf lube and I’ll tickle your balls till you beg me to stop and even then I won’t. I just won’t do it.[to Hughie]
My father was bipolar. One night, when I was ten, he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.
Since when did “hopeful” and “naive” become the same thing? I mean, why would you get into this business if not to save the world? That’s all I have ever wanted.
You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You’re not the real heroes. I’m the real hero.
When they’re apart, they’re absolute f***ing rubbish. But, you put them together, they’re the goddamn f***ing Spice Girls.
I really did want to make a difference. I really did care. I was just like you. And then I started giving pieces of myself away and I guess I gave away everything.[to Starlight]
Expecting a happy ending, were we? Well, I’m sorry, Hughie. It ain’t that kind of massage parlor.
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You know, you’re always calling people “c**ts” or “tw*ts”. But I never really got how that’s an insult? They’re flexible, take a pounding, and they’re the reason behind, like, 98% of my life decisions.[to Billy]
If you don’t draw the line somewhere, how the hell are you gonna know where you stand?[to Billy]
I know a little about a lot of things. I’m a gunrunner by trade, but, as you can see, I’ve developed a certain niche.
I don’t need everyone to love me. I don’t need anyone.
