John Trent: God's not supposed to be a hack horror writer.
John Trent: Never, Never, Never... throw chips at a driver.
Scrawny Teen: I can see.
John Trent: Excuse me?
Scrawny Teen: He sees you.
John Trent: Great, uh... tell him I say hi.
Simon: Reality is not what it used to be.
Axe Maniac: Do you read Sutter Cane?
Sutter Cane: I think, therefore you are.
John Trent: This shit really sells doesn't it?
Linda Styles: More than you'd think. Surprised?
John Trent: Lady, nothing surprises me anymore. We fucked up the air, the water, we fucked up each other. Why don't we just finish the job by flushing our brains down the toilet?
John Trent: Like the book?
Teen: I love it.
John Trent: Good. Then this shouldn't come as a surprise.
John Trent: A word of advice. You want to pull a scam, don't make your wife a partner. And if you do, don't fuck around behind her back.
John Trent: I'm not insane, you hear me! I'M not insane.
Inmate 1: I'm not if he's not.
Inmate 2: Me neither.
Sutter Cane: Did I ever tell you my favorite color was blue?
John Trent: Every species can smell its own extinction. The last ones left won't have a pretty time with it. In ten years, maybe less, the human race will just be a bedtime story for their children. A myth, nothing more.
John Trent: This book is going to drive people absolutely mad.
Jackson Harglow: Well, let's hope so. The movie comes out next month.
John Trent: Your books suck.
