"Anybody *you* think is evil?"
"Aye."
"Don't you think that's a little weird, a little psycho?"
"You know what I think is psycho, Roc? It's decent men with loving families. They come home every day after work and they turn on the news. You know what they see? They see rapists, and murderers and child molestors. They're all getting out of prison."
"Mafiosos. Getting caught with twenty kilos. Getting out on bail the same fucking day."
"And everywhere, everyone thinks the same thing: that someone should just go kill those motherfuckers."
"Kill 'em all. Admit it. Even you've thought about it."
"You guys should be in every major city. This is some heavy shit. This is, like, Lone Ranger heavy, man."
"Do ya know what we need, man? Some rope."
"Absolutely. What are you, insane?"
"No I ain't. Charlie Bronson's always got rope."
"What?"
"Yeah. He's got a lot of rope strapped around him in the movies, and they always end up using it."
"You've lost it, haven't ya?"
"No, I'm serious."
"That's stupid. Name one thing you'd need a rope for."
"You don't fuckin' know what you're gonna need it for. They just always need it."
"What's this 'they' shit? This isn't a movie."
"Oh, right. [picks up large knife] Is that right, Rambo?"
"All right. Get your stupid fuckin' rope."
"Where the fuck are you going"
"Shhh. I fucking hearin' some shit out here"
"Ahh, fuck you! I'm sweatin' my ass off draggin' your fuckin' rope around. Must weigh thirty pounds."
"Shhh. We are doing some serious shit here, now get a fucking hold of yourself!"
"Oh, *fuck you*! I'm not the rope-totin' Charlie Bronson wannabe that's getting us fucking lost!"
"Would you fucking shut it? .You mother- Jesus fucking Christ!"
"Oh, shit"
.LOL.;)
"Oh, isn't that wonderful? All the lowlifes in quiet city Boston are dropping dead and *you* think it's unrelated! Greenly, the day I want the Boston Police to do my thinking for me, I will have a fucking tag on my toe!"
"First of all, I'd like to thank whichever one of you donut-munching, barrel-assed, pud-pulling sissies leaked this to the press. That's all we need now: some sensational story in the papers making these guys out to be superheroes, triumphing over evil. Let me squash the rumors right now: These two are not heroes. They're just two ordinary men who were put in an extraordinary situation and just happened to come out on top. Yes, nothing from our far-reaching computer system has turned up diddly on these two. All we know is what we found out from the neighbors, and the general consensus is, they're angels. But angels don't kill. And we have two bodies in the morgue that look like they've been serial-crushed by some huge friggin' guy."
"Now you will receive us."
"We do not ask for your poor, or your hungry."
"We do not want your tired and sick."
"It is your corrupt we claim."
"It is your evil that will be sought by us."
"With every breath we shall hunt them down."
"Each day, we will spill their blood till it rains down from the skies."
"Do not kill, do not rape, do not steal, these are principles which every man of every faith can embrace."
"These are not polite suggestions, these are codes of behavior and those of you that ignore them will pay the dearest cost."
"There are varying degrees of evil, we urge you lesser forms of filth not to push the bounds and cross over, into true corruption, into our domain."
"For if you do, one day you will look behind you and you will see we three. And on that day, you will reap it."
"And we will send you to whatever god you wish."
"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be.
"In nomine Patri."
"Et Fili."
"Spiritus Sancti "
