Dear Lord, thank you for giving me the strength and the conviction to complete the task you entrusted to me. Thank you for guiding me straight and true through the many obstacles in my path. And for keeping me resolute when all around seemed lost. Thank you for your protection and your many signs along the way. Thank you for any good that I may have done, I’m so sorry about the bad. Thank you for the friend I made. Please watch over her as you watched over me. Thank you for finally allowing me to rest. I’m so very tired, but I go now to my rest at peace. Knowing that I have done right with my time on this earth. I fought the good fight, I finished the race, I kept the faith.
I had to think about this quite a bit before mentioning it to you.
And why is that, Mr. Rafael?
It wasn’t my idea, and the person who had it – the idea, I mean – is a little old lady who knits and wears lace. She also has a mind like a bacon slicer.
Why didn’t she come to me herself?
She didn’t think you’d take her seriously.
I might have done.
I doubt it. It’s a very good disguise. She even had me fooled for a minute.
Better have her name for the record.
You wouldn’t know if this lady comes from a village in England called St. Mary Mead?
Yeah, yeah! That rings a bell… I think that’s what she said – something like that anyway. How do you know that?
Magnificent! I’ve heard her called the best personality analyst in the world, a ruthless forensic brain – a mind like a bacon slicer would do very well.
I read everything. I read biographies, mainly because I didn’t know how other people live their lives. I think my variations reading came from a deep longing for something that was missing. I was searching for someone, for my story. To not feel so alone.
Love those toenails, by the way.
Yeah? Predator Pink.
Matches your nipples.
[while on the stairs leading to the prison morgue]
Are you sure you’re ready for this?
I’ll do my best.
Your ”best”! Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.
Carla was the prom queen.
[cocks his gun]
And she’s English?
Welsh. Well, half Welsh.
Half Welsh and half…
I think we just wanted to be part of the lifestyle. The lifestyle that everybody kinda wants.
[Gandalf is standing on the bridge, in front of the Balrog]
You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow. You shall not pass!