Heartless

Weapons Man:
Ah, my wife would like that... She's got me to redecorate our bathroom. Wife wants it done out with gold taps and marble floor. That's fake gold and marble, needless to say. Still cost a f***ing arm and a leg, though. Not to my taste. Looks like the f***ing Palace of Versailles, want my opinion. Soaks herself morning, noon and night. Lavender and Bergamot bubble bath. She says, "I feel like Marie Antoinette." I said, "Well, you know what happened to her, don't ya?" She don't. She will. I've made plans. Certain kid I know's a dab hand with a chainsaw. Beautiful weapon. And talking of weapons... Business!

Jamie Morgan:
Digital photography is a rough sketch... but film? Film is like...

Tia:
Caravaggio!

Jamie Morgan:
Exactly!

[first lines]

Lee Morgan:
Good morning, Uncle Jamie.

Jamie Morgan:
How many times do I got to tell you that when the red light is on, that means I'm developing!

Papa B:
Man is most creative at a time of peace and calm... I don't think so. Give Mankind nothing but calm and order, and Mankind is nothing on its own but a grazing cow. Man needs to be unpredictable to feel truly alive. To progress. To create. Mother Nature knows this. That's why she gives us cyclones, tsunamis. But sometimes, just sometimes, Mother Nature, she can't do it all. So what happens then? I help.

Papa B:
I'm like the patron saint of random violence.

A.J.:
Do you know what life really is, Jamie? A meaningless pile of shitty chaos. Accepting it, that's the real bravery. To know that nothing means anything and to still get out of f***ing bed. God's will? There is no god.

Jamie Morgan:
If there's no god, then there's no force of good. And that means that there can't be evil. But there's definitely evil. I mean, there are demons.

Jamie Morgan:
I'm not afraid of you anymore.

Papa B:
No?

Jamie Morgan:
No.

Papa B:
It don't work, unless you're scared, old son.