Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

Fucking shit, cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt! Who the fuck are you speaking to? Who? Who? I'm talking to you huh? You fuck! Next time don't get in my fucking face! I just saw a fucking ghost and I gotta hear your crap? Get up! Get up! Fuck you then.

I raised you, and loved you. I've given you weapons, taught you techniques, endowed you with knowledge. There's nothing more for me to give you. All that's left for you to take is my life.

Grove Street. Home. At least it used to be until I fucked everything up.

Fabian: Namaste.
Michael: Nama-go-fuck-yourself.