Who the hell do you think you're dealing with? I'd be lucky if all I did was petty theft. I couldn't enlist cuz I already got locked up. I've killed plenty of times. Contract or no. It's not about morals. It's about you and the man you see in the mirror. If you want to feel fucking sorry for yourself, go down hard for that then I dunno what to tell you.

[Jesus. This kid. Just. Breath, Dimmy. Maybe it's a real good thing this is over the phone or else he'd try to shake him until his head sounds like a can with a few marbles in it.

By that logic, White is pretty much dirt. Heh.]

You're a fucking person. You're gonna do low shit. Some people gotta do more than others. If she can't see that then you ever think maybe she ain't good enough herself? What's the point in starting if y'don't think it'd work out?