Barney Ross

— You're not that fast any more.
— The only thing faster is lightning.
— We'll see.
— Bullets go faster than blades.

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— Listen, that girl wasn't your type. Her loss, right?
— I should have broke that bastard's jaw.
— Maybe you were lucky.
— He could have broke yours.
— Impossible.
— You know, Christmas, I understand, but let's just say you were with her for a couple of hours, and it's nice, and it's hot and heavy, but after that, think about it. What do you do for the rest of the day? She probably did you a favor. Now you have more time to feel sorry for yourself.
— You're a bleak bastard.

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- Listen, that girl wasn't your type. Her loss, right?
- I should have broke that bastard's jaw.
- Maybe you were lucky.
- He could have broke yours.
- Impossible.
- You know, Christmas, I understand, but let's just say you were with her for a couple of hours, and it's nice, and it's hot and heavy, but after that, think about it. What do you do for the rest of the day? She probably did you a favor. Now you have more time to feel sorry for yourself.
- You're a bleak bastard.

— Now this is your last time. You give me the right answer, and I'll cut you a break. If you give me the wrong answer, you will die a damn slow death. Do you understand me? Do you understand me? Who sent you?
— Can't breathe.
— Loosen up. Who sent you?
— Your hairdresser.

Interrogation, Questioning

Torture