bullet train (2022) starters
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âa fatherâs job is to protect his familyâ
âyou never know what horrible fate your bad luck has saved you fromâ
âyou are getting the new and improved meâ
âiâm less reactive to situations, iâm more accepting of peopleâs shortcomingsâ
âyou put peace out in the world, you get peace backâ
âmy bad luck is biblicalâ
âiâm not even trying to kill people and someone diesâ
âtalk about a candidate for self-improvementâ
âplease tell me you didnât order the sleeping powderâ
âyou donât have to nick the biscuits, manâ
âi think theyâll notice the childish code names firstâ
âoh, now heâs callinâ a fruit sophisticatedâ
âwhen was the last time you ate a lemon meringue pie?â
âiâm sorry, are you talking about lemons?â
âyou idiots work for my father?â
âwe could deliver you back to your pops in a boxâ
âyou ever watch thomas the tank engine?â
âi always bring my stickers with me, you know thatâ
âyour daddy hired us to get you out of the trouble you got yourself into, didnât you, naughty boyâ
âyouâre startinâ to get on my titsâ
âour job is to keep you safe and to recover the briefcase with the ransom money insideâ
âhe doesnât need a reason to kill people like you, he needs a reason not toâ
âfamilyâs more important than money, right?â
âwhy do i even bother forwarding you the briefings?â
âthereâs this soulless psychotic leader with the largest criminal organization on the planet shoved right inside our fucking ass cheeksâ
âif you mention thomas the tank engine one more time, Iâm gonna shoot you in the fucking faceâ
âbut iâm not in someone elseâs storyâ
âyouâre going to kill him for meâ
âi will ruin your life the way you ruined mineâ
âlet this be a lesson in the toxicity of angerâ
âtalk to him or, like, talk to him?â
âyou are fuckinâ excusedâ
âthe guy who stabbed me, i spilled wine on his suitâ
âiâm really gonna have to process my part in the incident on mondayâ
âi didnât realize i was gettinâ a babysitter to come cut my bollocksâ
âthis rude enough for ya, ya fucking prick?â
âshove that fuckinâ hat up your fuckinâ asshole, you hear me?â
âgotta use your small inside voice in hereâ
âthereâs a gun underneath this table pointed right at you, so i wouldâŚâ
âyou look like every white homeless man iâve ever seenâ
âwell, you also have a shoot-able faceâ
âiâve learned that with any potential conflict thereâs an opportunity for growth, a path to a peaceful outcomeâ
âevery day is a fucking headache with you, innitâ
âyouâre alive, iâm alive, everyoneâs happyâ
âi ainât got the time or the patience, let alone the interestâ
âwould you describe me as someone who lives in perpetual anxiety?â
âitâs some fuckinâ â80s dance-off, innit?â
âdo us a favor, get the fuck off my back, will ya?â
âyou shoot first and come up with the answers laterâ
âoh, my god, did you just say âwhackâ?â
âwell, i donât think they were in the market for fucking dildos and pantyhose, were they?â
âyouâre a terrible father, and your son is going to pay for all the mistakes that youâve madeâ
âiâm gonna go find a temple and reevaluate my choices or somethingâ
âyouâre gonna close your eyes, and iâm gonna count to threeâ
âyouâre not even afraid and your lipâs quiveringâ
âthirty seconds before the venom does its thingâ
âare you lying on the ground in the fetal position?â
âyou gonna fuckinâ waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of the whole fuckinâ carriage of witnesses?â
âkeep your fucking knickers on, all right?â
âmake sure you do something that brings you peace, âcause everything else is a pain in the assâ
âyouâre not going to let me get hurtâ
âa blind man could see you are the one in the darkâ
âfate for me is just another word for bad luckâ
âi will finally be allowed to make things rightâ
âwhen we are so quick to anger, we are slow to understandâ
âiâm fast to kick your ass, though, i swear to godâ
âi shouldâve put a bullet through your ass!â
âwhy are you motherfuckers using metaphors?â
âi built myself up from the nothing you gave meâ
âiâm more like you than that little fuck up ever wasâ
âkill me like you did all the others who tried the sameâ
âshouldnât the plum give up all resentment?â