Parrot: I love you, Mr Maynard.
Victor Maynard: What the fuck?
Rose: It's like everywhere you go, there's that smell.
Victor Maynard: What smell?
Rose: Cleanliness. Bleach. It's like being in a hospital. It's so safe, it's dangerous. I can't breathe here. I mean it, I'm frightened. I'm frightened if I stay here much longer, I'll end up like you. Afraid of everything.
Victor Maynard: My name is Victor Maynard, and I am 54 years old and I work as a professional killer.
Mike: Give me the gun.
Tony: I'm serious! You know I'm a terrible shot. I could easily aim at your head and blow your balls off.
Victor Maynard: Tony, come and see what happens if you don't clean your gun.
