— What now?
— What now? Well let me tell you what now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-hittin' niggers, who'll go to work on homes here with a pair of pilers and a blow torch. Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I ain't through with you by a damn sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on your ass.
— I meant what now, between me and you?
— Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell ya what now between me an' you. There is no me an' you. Not no more.
— So we're cool?
— Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I ask — two things I ask: Don't tell nobody about this. This shit's between me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: leave town. Tonight. Right now. And when you're gone, stay gone. You've lost your Los Angeles privileges. Deal?
— Deal.
— Get your ass outta here.
— I don`t get it... Was that a plan?
— Just impale them already!
— Nothingness. Non-existence. Black emptiness.
— What did you say?
— Oh, I was just planning my future.
Most people do need a plan. Life is crazy enough without one.
Yeah. That's a great plan. That's fucking ingenious, if I understand it correctly. It's a Swiss fuckin' watch.
Do we have a plan? I mean, it doesn't have to be Wellington's at Waterloo, but some kind of plan would be nice.
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He says the plan is to undermine the illusion of safety and comfort in people's lives.
A plan is only as good as those who see it through.
When you've planned something well, there's no need to rush.