Devil's Life (2020)
Alex Hall: A1
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Quotes
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A1 : Funny though. All this knife stabbing business...
A2 : Yeah in the UK we have knives...
A1 : In the states it's the gun business
A2 : I prefer guns, it's more direct
A1 : Yeah but the victims suffer more with knives. It's more evil!
A2 : The knives aren't kitchen knifes, these ones are only sold for stabbing!
A1 : Why would the fucking government allow the sale of knives for stabbing?
A2 : They are evil
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A1 : Live or survive, happy or unhappy, it's the same thing as we are merely a number, the number of the beast.
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A4 : In the mind to suffer...
A1 : I suffer enough as it is. You and me both. You add meth to your heroin and the suffering lingers on for hours.
A4 : That's evil!
A1 : Yeah evil. Fucking evil!
A4 : Wouldn't it be easier if we had a normal life?
A1 : What? It wouldn't be evil! Paying for things when you can steal them? Nothing belongs to anyone, anyway! Everything has been stolen from someone long before our parents even existed! And you have to pay taxes on it?
A4 : You pay taxes if you earn!
A1 : Yeah, but only if you've earned the money and not if you have stolen it. Mega rich people stole it so they never pay any taxes.
A4 : They sell you what you already have!
A1 : Yeah and it's happening in a constant loop, over and over again
A4 : Fuck this and fuck them all!
A1 : We do it, we decide, we tell them: it's evil!
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A4 : Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them?
A4 : To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end, the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks, that flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd.
A4 : To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life;
A4 : For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death..
A1 : In the mind to suffer?
A4 : I suffer enough as it is. You and me both. You add meth to your heroin and the suffering lingers on for hours.
A1 : That's evil!
