DEHUMANIZED CREATION.

you’re so cool.

that’s the way it goes, but don’t forget, it goes the other way too.

but the dream was real and was to change our lives forever.

i eat every mother fucking thing.

there are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away.

if there’s one thing this last week has taught me, it’s better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.

you got a match?

don’t condescend me, man.

do i look like a beautiful blonde with big big tits and an ass that tastes like french vanilla ice cream?

i’m gonna go jump in the tub and get all slippery and soapy.

i haven’t killed anybody since 1984.

please shut up! i’m trying to come clean, okay?

i think what you did was so romantic.

what are you talking about?

why don’t you sit yourself down and grab yourself an egg roll?

you wanna take me to a kung fu movie?

do you have any idea how much coke you have here?

i’m gonna show you what i mean with a little demonstration.

don’t give me the finger, i’ll fucking have you killed.

goddamn his soul to burn for eternity in fucking hell for making me get my hands dirty.

i’m getting angry asking the same question a second time.

that’s the way romance is.

why are you telling me all this bullshit, huh?

i’m still a mystery to you.

i mean, he gets paid by people to fuck guys up.

i look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true.

you wanna fuck me?

it looks like she fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

have you seen your lovely little wife today?

i like you. always have. always will.

i don’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out.

every pimp in the world gets shot.

you just said you love me.

there’s a difference, you know!

i know i’m pretty, but i ain’t as pretty as a couple of titties.

did i do my part okay?

call me an ambulance.! somebody, call me an ambulance!

fuck you, i’m bleeding.

i’m sorry, i think you have the wrong room.

you can always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice.

you know, i don’t believe you.

i’m not scared of you, i just don’t like you.

getting slammed in the nose fucks you all up.

i’m just going to leave.

there was no way you could like me that much.

when it comes to relationships, i’m one-hundred percent monogamous.

i’ll fucking kill you, man.

what is of major fucking importance is that i believe you.

we’re all gonna die here.

look, i’d like to help you if i could.

hopefully it means we can cut out the part of the conversation where you’re wondering how full of shit i am.

what we got here is a little game of show and tell.

you were cooler than cool.

you don’t wanna show me nothing but you’re telling me everything.

the first time you kill somebody, that’s the hardest.

you know who i am?

my peace of mind is worth that much.

this no longer concerns me, right?

you got me in a vendetta kind of mood.

you tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you.

i want you to know that i’m not damaged goods.