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: I'm sorry about the balls! It was a lucky shot, that's all!
: Every species can smell its own extinction. The last ones left won't have a pretty time with it. In ten years, maybe less, the human race will just be a bedtime story for their children. A myth, nothing more.
: Your books SUCK!
: God's not supposed to be a hack horror writer.
: Like the book? Teen
: I love it. John Trent
: Good. Then this shouldn't come as a surprise.
: This shit really sells doesn't it? Linda Styles
: More than you'd think. Surprised? John Trent
: Lady, nothing surprises me anymore. We fucked up the air, the water, we fucked up each other. Why don't we just finish the job by flushing our brains down the toilet?
: Oh, Jesus, this place makes my head hurt.
: This book is going to drive people absolutely mad! Jackson Harglow
: Well, let's hope so. The movie comes out next month.
: Why don't you try reading his stuff? See if you can get it. John Trent
: Got any on tape?
: [On hearing "It's Only Just Begun" playing while in his asylum cell
] Oh, no, not The Carpenters...
: A word of advice. You want to pull a scam, don't make your wife a partner. And if you do, don't fuck around behind her back.
: I'm not insane, you hear me! I'M NOT INSANE! Inmate 1
: I'm not if he's not! Inmate 2
: Me neither!
: This is a rotten way to end it. Sutter Cane
: This is not the ending. You haven't read it yet.
: You're waiting to hear about my 'them', aren't you? Dr. Wrenn
: Your what? John Trent
: My 'them'. Every paranoid schizophrenic has one; a 'them', a 'they', an 'it'. And you want to hear about my 'them', don't you? Dr. Wrenn
: I want to know how you got here. John Trent
: Things are turning to shit out there, aren't they?
: Never, Never, Never... throw chips at a driver.
: I can see. John Trent
: Excuse me? Scrawny Teen
: He sees you. John Trent
: Great, uh... tell him I say hi.
: Lady, nothing surprises me. We fucked up the air, the water, we've fucked up each other. Why don't we finish the job by flushing our brains down the toilet?