Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, “Why have you done this to me?” And the snake answered, “Look, bitch, you knew I was a snake.”
Revenge is never a straight line. It’s a forest, And like a forest it’s easy to lose your way… To get lost… To forget where you came in.
We had just gotten away from the cops. He just got shot. It was my fuckin’ fault he got shot. He’s a fuckin’ bloody mess – he’s screaming. I swear to god, I thought he was gonna die right then and there. I’m tryin’ to comfort him, tellin’ him not to worry, he’s gonna be okay, I’m gonna take care of him. And he asked me what my name was. I mean, the man was dyin’ in my arms. What the fuck was I supposed to tell him? “Sorry, I can’t give out that information! It’s against the rules! I don’t trust you enough! Or maybe I should’ve, but I couldn’t!” Fuck you! Fuck Joe!
I am going to burn down the cinema on Nazi night. And if I’m going to burn down the cinema, which I am, we both know you’re not going to let me do it by myself. Because you love me. And I love you. And you’re the only person on this earth I can trust. But that’s not all we’re going to do. Does the filmmaking equipment in the attic still work? I know the film camera does. How about the sound recorder?
An old man dies. A young woman lives. A fair trade. I love you, Nancy.