Toorop: Save the planet. Whenever I've read that bumper sticker I've had to laugh. Save the planet. What for? And from what? From ourselves? Life's simple: kill or be killed, don't get involved and always finish the job. A survivor's code, my code, and it all sounds great until the day you find yourself confronted by a choice. A choice to make a difference, to help someone, or to walk away and save yourself. I learned something that day: you can't always walk away. Too bad it was the day I died.
Toorop: Oh, you're a disgrace to the profession. You're not a mercenary, you're a fucking terrorist. You need two things to live in this business, your balls and your word. You don't have either! You know the difference between you and me, Karl? I still got both.