— My poor child. You're like Achilles; cursed by your greatness. You must never confuse your feelings with your duties, Alexander. A king must make public gestures for the common people. You will be nineteen this summer, and the girls already say you don't like them, you like Hephastion more. I understand, it's natural for a young man. But if you go to Asia without leaving a successor you risk all
— Hephastion loves me. As I am. Not who.

— I feel bad for that lady, Bawbaw-Jahn.
— The woman's house was taken from her because she did not pay her taxes. That happens when one is not responsible. Do you understand? Do not feel bad. Americans, they do not deserve what they have. They have the eyes of small children who are forever looking for the next source of distraction, entertainment, sweet taste in the mouth.

— And What the fuck is going on with these fucking billboards, Mildred?
— Kinda self-explanatory.
— Well, why don't you just explain it to me?
— Guess it ain't self-explanatory, then. Well, you know, I guess I wanted certain people's minds kept on certain people's jobs, is all. I hadn't heard from them in seven goddamn months. I tell you this, I've heard an awful lot from them since I put them billboards up.
— You think this has focused their minds? Mmm? I'll tell you what it's focused their minds on. It's focused their minds on how exactly are they gonna fuck you up.
— The more you keep a case in the public eye, the better your chances are of getting it solved. It's in all the guidebooks, Charlie.