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?

Ah. Two walking corpses. One has risen from the grave, while the other seeks it.

End of the day, blood money's still money.

You play grown-up games, you face grown-up consequences.

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.