Johnny: Lawyers are not to be trusted.
V: There any kinds or people worthy of your trust?
Johnny: Course. Sound technicians.

V: New choom of mine had an accident recently. A localnet power surge overloaded his wreath and toasted the circuits. Guy's been living his life thinking he's the BD star ever since.
Viktor: Like a magnet for the weirdest shit in the city, aren't you?

They say pain's a deal between body and brain. You can break it, throw the pain away, bury it. Whole lotta horseshit.

Alex: Don't look for a friend in Reed. Not him or anyone at the agency. We're a bad influence.
V: Preciate the warning, but 1 or 2 new bad influences in my life isn't gonna tip the scales much.

Problem with that is, the dead don't give a fuck about flowers and lit candles... They're fuckin' dead.