39 across, alter ego to Edmond Dantès.
Count of Monte Cristo. [Joe smashes his hammer in Marco's skull and screams]
39 across, alter ego to Edmond Dantès.
Count of Monte Cristo. [Joe smashes his hammer in Marco's skull and screams]
Shit, you might wanna think about what you're doing here!
I've been thinking about it for the last 20 years.
Wait. What?
Hold still...
****! [Joe continues to cut his neck] Ow! Ow! Mother****er. OW! SHIT!
Heh, heh.
YOU NO-DICK, ASS-LICKING SON OF A BITCH! **** YOU!
No, **** you! [Cuts Chaney some more]
OH! YOU BOOGER-EATING, PISS-DRINKING MOTHER****ER! If you stop now you may get out of here alive!
I'm gonna keep going till I can pull your head off with my bare hands! Okay?
Listen to me. LISTEN TO ME! I only run this place, all right? I was hired to keep you here!
Who hired you?
I can't tell you that!
Then do me a favor and shut the **** up! Who hired you?
I don't know his ****in' name!
Heaven make me free of it. The rest is silence.
I swear, I don't know nothin'! I swear before God and eight mother****in' white people!
Let's go mother****er, me and you, man to man come on. SHIT. You want some get back, let me off this table so you and me can go at it mother****er. What do you say how about it?
Hello, time to feed the pets! [Realizes unresponsiveness of staff, jumps up from chair] God Damn these mother****ers don't do shit!