This asshole thinks I'm his fucking aunt or some shit.

Three for you, two for me, fifteen happy customers.

I know your lips are moving but you've just found me fresh out of fucks.

Fuck this. Also, fuck that.

If you're gonna kill someone, hypothetically, make sure they find them fast. This smells so fucking bad. Think of the cleaners, fucks sake!!

*Lights a cigarette. Soon, tendrils of smoke surround her.*

Not on my watch.

Discounts for politicians. You know where to find me.

Dinner reservation for three? Right away.

When they don't know they're the ones getting cleaned.

These fuckers think I'm running a charity. Guess what.

They told me I could be anything. Trust me, I didn't choose to be cleaning these fuck's innards off your couch.

It's murder on the dancefloor.

Well, fuck.

Nice face to feed the pigs with.

You fucking shits.

Trigger happy Friday.

Change your name, find a woman, marry her, have five children and a dog. Live a normal life like the normal guy you think you want to be. Die at 50 of a heart attack from eating too many fries like normal people. Be a waste. That's life.