28 stab wounds, you didn't want to leave him a chance, huh? Did you feel anger? Hate? He was bleeding, begging for mercy. But you stabbed him, again and again and again!…I know you killed him. Why don't you say it? Just say "I killed him"! Is it that hard to say?! JUST SAY YOU KILLED HIM! JUST SAY IT!
— But don't want to go among mad people!
— Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad...
Hypothetically, if the only choice you've got is to do the wrong thing, then it's not really the *wrong* thing, is it? It's more like fate.
— You do know, that I'm black, not Chinese?
— I'm blind Carl, not stupid.
Threats, promises and good intentions don't amount to action.
The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world.
I see humans but no humanity. Everybody is somebody but nobody wants to be themselves.
Amankira. Lord of Hunters. Grant that my hands be steady, my arms be true and my feet swift. And should the worst come to pass, grant me forgiveness...
If you wanna make enemies, try to change something...
— What the fuck? Give me that motherfucking camera.
— Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Whoa! Back off there, cowboy. I know my constitutional rights. Anyway, I know you were coming here to suck cock, so it's alright.
— What the fuck you talkin' about?
— Whoa! Hey! Look, I saw "Quarterback Blues", man. And y'know, some of those older records of yours even they sound a little bit closeted, I'm just sayin'.
— What? A black man walking in Vinewood, you think the Clay PG Sellout? You bitch-ass punk motherfucker.
— Oh. Oh shit, man. Oh... Hey. I'm sorry, dude. I didn't, didn't have my contacts in... y'know. I mean, I love black people. Yeah, y'know like, like... I love gangsters! I love, like, gangster rap. "Yo! Sup!"
— Man, who gives a fuck if he's gay or not, man? The man is not married. It's his business. Leave motherfuckers alone.
— Look, I'm just sayin' that, that it's the hypocrisy that I can't stand. Y'know, I mean of celebrities. I mean PG... right, he says he's a killer and a murderer and all that great stuff and then, what? He loves his mother and likes showtunes. I mean, really, what kind of message is that sending our kids? You know what I'm sayin'? The guy's a fraud.
— But why do you care, man?
— Because, you know why? Because, they all think they're gods, right? Well fuck them. Fuck them! Fuck them! Fuck them, Fuck! Them! Fuck them. They're not magic. No, no, they're not better than me. They're not better than m... Shit... oh shit, oh my God, it's Miranda. Miranda, I love you! Miranda! Come on... c'mon, come on, it's fucking Miranda fucking Cowan!
— Man, look. Leave me out your shit, man. C'mon on, she's a fucking megastar! Oh, no, no, no! We can make beaucoup bucks here, man. We got one picture of her hairy legs, or her aging muff, and we are in the money, man. In the money, bro. Come on! Come on, man! Come on!
— Oh... what the fuck is wrong with me?
— Let's go! You drive, I'll get the shot.