June 12, 2017 | 0 Comments
Mr. Ibis: Lovers’ quarrel? Anubis: Overdose. Mr. Ibis: We get so few lovers’ quarrels these days.
Mr. Ibis: Lovers’ quarrel? Anubis: Overdose. Mr. Ibis: We get so few lovers’ quarrels these days.
Laura: Dying worked for me — you should try it some time.
Mr. Ibis: Her world branded Essie MacGowan a thief, so a thief she became.
Mr. Ibis: Malice draped in pretty can get away with murder.
Essie: You have done me many a good turn. Mad Sweeney: Good and ill. We’re like the wind. We blows both ways.
Mr. Wednesday: What’s a god? Can we even know they exist? People believe things, which means they’re real. That means we know they exist….
Laura: I am the dead woman. Where is my fucking car?
Mad Sweeney: I’ve done the math. This times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way I’m going to get what I need is if you…
Mr. Wednesday: There’s always been a god-shaped hole in man’s head. Trees were the first to fill it. Mr. Wood was the trees. Mr. Wood was…
Mad Sweeney: Did you have a genie in your bottle? Did you rub one out of him, darling?