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“Rock, if you think about it, other than this, what do we really value in life? God? Love? Don’t make me laugh. When I was a brat, crawling around in that sh*thole city, it seemed God and Love were always sold out when I went looking. Before I knew better, I clung to God and prayed to Him every single night — yeah, I believed in God right up until that night the cops beat the hell out of me for no reason at all. All they saw when they looked at me was another little ghetto rat. With no power and no God, what’s left for a poor little Chinese b*tch to rely on? It’s money, of course, and guns.”

“What a terrible story. But appropriate for our world. Sometimes I feel like I’m walking over a giant pile of sh*t. Morality and justice don’t really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”

“If I was looking for pity I would’ve told you something a lot more colourful. The moral of the story is when you’re livin’ on the edge, that’s all that matters to you because that’s all you’ve really got. Not everyone can get off on being normal, Rock. And one more thing… All those rich fat bastards living under palm-trees – and b*tches who think that life’s only about putting on make-up. I don’t want to hear you speaking your mind from the same perspective as those hypocrites. Nothing’s worse than being treated like some wh*re by your companions. I’ll say this once. The next time you decide you’re gonna tell me what’s proper, you’ll no longer be one of us. When that happens… I am going to kill you.” – Revy Rebecca