I'm done looking to be taken care of. I wanna take care of myself. Take care of my kids.
— I love you.
— I'm sorry, Michael, but...
— Do you have any feelings for me?
— Michael, I'm paid to do what I do for you. That's my job. That isn't love. And what you feel for me, that isn't love either. It's gratitude. I like working for you, but... it is just a job. There isn't anything else going on here, Michael, do you understand? There isn't anything else going on.
Wir haben lieber Leute als Beamte, auf die wir spucken, als eine Beamtenkaste, die auf uns spuckt.
You don't need me to tell you what's gone wrong
You know what's going on
But it seems to me we've not cared enough
Or confided in each other at all
It seems that we've all got our backs against the wall.
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