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.
Toorop: Look lady, I'm just a delivery boy and to me you're just a package. I'm not your friend, I'm not your brother, I'm not your boyfriend. In six days I'm gonna deliver you and never see you again. Sister Rebecca is right, we shouldn't even talk.
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.