Why have enemies when you can have friends?
— Open in the name of the king!
— Open it. Yes, gentlemen?
— A turner come down this way. We're searching all houses.
— Whoa. Slow down, new boy, before you trip up.
— What did you say? I'm gonna take your hands for that.
— Sergeant! What did I tell you about this establishment?
— He touched me, sir.
— Well, you should count yourself lucky. Most people have to pay for that. Now take your terriers and get out!
You wanted to know what gave me such drive. It was you. You put me in that brothel. You cut me on the streets. I am here now because of you.
You created me. And, for that... I bless you. You make sense of the devil.