Johnny Virus

[first lines]

Johnny Virus:
This story takes place in the quarry. It never happened. Some gutter rat just made the whole thing up. It's about the Chicago Underworld gone mad, all because some lunatic f*** got greedy. Pointed bullets in the face of some kiss-my-ring murderer. Dime store fiction at its best. My name is Johnny Virus. How do I fit into all of this? I'm just some dime store fiction gumba that got a rat made of 'im - come by for your entertainment. Hope you have a good time.

Johnny Virus:
[tied to a chair in a dark room] This takes balls, and I got 'em. It's your move...

Walt:
[in total darkness] Fear is a spectrum of colors, Johnny. Rich, dark colors.

Walt:
Everything boils down to motivation. Everything.

Franziska:
There are two types of stupid men, Walt, the ones who are afraid because they know they're stupid, and the ones who think they're special. The ones who are afraid live a longer. The ones who think they're special, always die surprised.

Johnny Virus:
Just in case you're thinkin' the saw ain't gonna start... [freeze frame, sound of roaring saw]

Johnny Virus:
Every gumba knows that four of their kind riding in the same car in the middle of the night, [chuckles] especially when one's in his underwear, it's a one-way ticket to a shallow grave. It's called being taken for a ride.

Giusseppi:
A gang is motivated by violence. An organization is motivated by money.

[last lines]

Johnny Virus:
My old man did time in the slammer with Al Capone. This was before Capone's brain was fried from stickin' his prick into too may skirts. Hell, how'd you do it, my old man asked. How did you take over Chicago? Capone smiled and said, it's simple, the best liar wins.