I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you… stranger!
— Question. Would you die for me?
— Yes.
— That's too easy. Would you... Would you live for me?
— Yes
— Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes power. You want this?
— I do.
— Say it. Say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty...
— Please.
— God, you're so... Good.
I don't wanna kill you. What would I do without you? Go back to ripping off Mob dealers? No, no. No. No, you... You complete me.
— You gonna kill me, Mr. J?
— What? Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt ya... Really, really bad.
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