So that was Mrs. Lundegaard on the floor in there. And I guess that was your accomplice in the wood chipper. And those three people in Brainerd.
I couldn’t cry. So once again, I couldn’t sleep.
hú, néha annyira hiányzik a cigi :(
It’s wrong and it was eating me up, it was going to kill me. And I kept asking myself all the time, how did I buy into this shit? It was because I was pissed off, and nothing I ever did ever took that feeling away. I killed two guys, Danny, I killed them. And it didn’t make me feel any different. It just got me more lost and I’m tired of being pissed off, Danny. I’m just tired of it.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory.
Fargo | Eating the Blame
a siketnéma hitman a kedvencem
azt hiszem eljött az ideje, hogy megint megnézzem
Clark Gable as Rhett Butler in Gone With The Wind (1939)
Frankly, my dear