— 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.
Does it depress you, commissioner... to know just how alone you really are?
How about a magic trick? I'm gonna make this pencil disappear. Ta-da! It's... It's gone.
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.
Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah, blah-blah. All of that chitchat is gonna get you hurt.
"Freak." Why don't we cut you up into little pieces... and feed you to your pooches? And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is.