Now that I think about it, doesn't Cable say something else before answering, David?
OT: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
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Now that I think about it, doesn't Cable say something else before answering, David?
OT: You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.
You fell victim to one of the classic blunders, the most famous of which is "Never get involved in a land war in Asia", but only slightly less well known is this: "Never go in against a Sicilian, when *death* is on the line."
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If you hold back anything, I'll kill ya. If you bend the truth or I think you're bending the truth, I'll kill ya. If you forget anything I'll kill ya. In fact, you're gonna have to work very hard to stay alive, Nick. Now do you understand everything I've said? Because if you don't, I'll kill ya.
I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don't exist.
When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer or an employee who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Drops 'em right to the floor. Everyone jumps, he falls down, screaming, blood squirts out of his nose. Freaks everybody out. Nobody says fuckin' shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to ya. But give her a look, like you're gonna smash her in the face next. Watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. The managers know better than to fuck around. So if one's givin' you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy. So what you gotta do is break that son-of- a-bitch in two. If you wanna know something he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell 'im his thumb's next. After that he'll tell ya if he wears ladies underwear. - - I'm hungry, let's get a taco.
I look forward to a tournament of truly epic proportions. We are unique, gentlemen, in that we create ourselves. Through long years of rigorous training, sacrifice, denial, pain, we forge our bodies in the fire of our will. But tonight, let us celebrate. Gentlemen, you have our gratitude.
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"And we can build that darkroom you've always wanted in the basement, honey."
"My life is a dark room. One. Big. Dark. Room."
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