I sit in my cubicle, here on the motherworld. When I die, they will put my body in a box, and dispose of it in the cold ground. And in all the million ages to come, I will never breathe, or laugh, or twitch again. So won't you run and play with me here among the teeming mass of humanity? The universe has spared us this moment.

Woozie: One's a fake.
CJ: That's amazing. You didn't even touch them.
Woozie: No. I just took a guess. Why else would he come in with two chips and sound so worried?

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

Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition.

Remember those who have passed, and they will forever live on.

V: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Zen Master: That depends - is someone clapping with you?

I'm a well-dressed maniac!

Where's everyone going? Bingo?

Your body can be chrome... but the heart never changes. It wants what it wants.

Who are you, that do not know your history?

Well, that way you'd kill two souls. Is that what you want?

Bullets don't distinguish between tough and weak.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

I do not see the need for so many cameras.
Tom's presence everywhere is slightly oppressive. I understand the need for transparency, but why is he in the toilets?

It's not out of the question that you might have a very minor case of serious brain damage.