To all you workers out there.
Every single commodity you produce is a piece of your own death.
What was your relationship like with your parents?
End of interview.
Hey, you got a light?
Hey. Hey, how did you get out?
- Good behavior. - Shit.
- Hey, would you take over? - Okay, I got it.
- Look out for the skinhead with the Mohawk. - I got it.
Ma'am, excuse me.
Uh, I'm with the security in the store.
One of my employees saw you put something in the bag that you haven't paid
- I don't know what you're talking about. - Ma'am, I'm gonna have to ask
to step back inside the store back into the office so we can look through the
Well, I would love to, but I don't have the time.
Believe me, if you just come back into the office into the store...
it's the best thing for you to do right now to take care of this problem.
There's nothing to take care of. I don't know what you're talking about.
I know her. She was in my ethics class.
I'm always glad to see any young person doing something.
That reminds me of an apprehension I saw in France in the early '40s.
They had finally found some known criminal...
and they were interrogating him.
Something to the effect of...
"It was you who did the job on the rue de Flandue. "
"No, it wasn't me. "
"The concierge recognized you. "
"It's someone who looks like me. "
"She knew your name. "
"It's someone who looks like me and has the same name. "
"She recognized your clothes and hair. "
"He looks like me, has the same name, clothes and hair. "
"They found your fingerprints. "