An ordinary burglar?
Kill the Comedian? Ridiculous.
Fireworks. You gotta be kidding me.
You know, you'd think this goddamn
country had had enough fireworks.
Me? Bitter?
Fuck, no. I think it's hilarious.
There's nothing to talk about.
See, I'm leaving.
I'm gonna forget about you...and your horrible, sweaty,
little piece-of-shit country.
Get the fuck out of here.
Justice.
Justice is coming to all of us. No matter what the fuck we do.
Goddamn, I love working
on American soil, Dan.
Ain't had this much fun
since Woodward and Bernstein.
Our days are numbered.
Until then, it's like you always say:
We're society's only protection.
- From what?
Are you kidding me? From themselves.
Son of a bitch.
-What happened to the American dream?
What happened to the American dream?
It came true!
You're looking at it.
It's a joke.
It's all a fucking joke.
You know, I thought I knew how it was.
I thought I knew how the world was.
I've done some bad things.
I did bad things to women. I shot kids.
In 'Nam, you know.
But that was fucking war.
This...
I never done anything like this.
Here I am...spilling my guts...to one of my archenemies.
But the truth is...you're the closest thing to a friend I got.
What the fuck does that say?
Shit.
Mother, forgive me.
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