You're νery kind. Someday it'll get you killed.
Hate's as good a thing as any to keep a person going. Better than most.
— No, no, no.
— We're not butchers. We hang them.
— Hanging?
— All over in an instant. Where's the punishment in that?
— They die.
— We all bloody die. Except this one here. I'll only gut one of them.
— I'll only gut one of them.
— No.
— I'll chop off one hand.
— How did a mad fucker like you live this long?
— I'm good at killing people.
— You're fine with murdering little boys, but thieving is beneath you?
— A man's got to have a code.
— So what you whinging about?
— I'm not whinging.
— Your lips are moving, and you're complaining about something. That's whinging.
— You’re awful.
— I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful.
— Why?
— Thought I stole one of his toys. I didn't steal it. I was just playing with it.