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The poor and the underclass are growing. Racial justice and human rights are non-existent. They have created a repressive society and we are their unwitting accomplices.

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They are dismantling the sleeping middle class. More and more people are becoming poor. We are their cattle. We are being bred for slavery.

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Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us, from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They’re all about you! All around you!

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Frank: What do these things want?
Gilbert: They’re free-enterprisers. The earth is just another developing planet. Their third world.

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The steel mills were laying people off left and right. They finally went under. We gave the steel companies a break when they needed it. You know what they gave themselves? Raises.

The Golden Rule – he who has the gold, makes the rules. They close one more factory we should take a sledgehammer to one of their fancy fuckin foreign cars.

The whole deal is like some kind of crazy game. They put you at the starting line. And the name of the game is make it through life. Only, everyone’s out for themselves and looking to do you in at the same time. OK, man here we are. You do what you can, but remember, I’m going to do my best to blow your ass away. So how are you going to make it?

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Frank: We can’t be the only ones who can see, we’ve got to find the people who made these.
Nada: Yeah, if any of them are still alive.

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Nada: A long time ago things were different man. My old daddy took me down to the river, kicked my ass, told me about the power and the glory. I was saved. He changed when I was little. Turned mean and started tearin’ at me. So I ran away when I was thirteen. He tried to cut me once. Big old razor blade. Held it up against my throat. I said “Daddy please”… Just kept moving’ back and forth… like he was sawin’ down a little tree…
Frank: Maybe they’re always been with us… those things out there. Maybe they love it… seeing us hate each other, watching us kill each other off, feeding on our own cold fuckin’ hearts…
Nada: I got news for ’em… There’s gonna be hell to pay. ‘Cause I ain’t daddy’s little boy no more.

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Frank: Listen, man, I don’t like anyone following me if I don’t know why they are.
Nada: Well, I don’t join up with anyone, unless I know where they’re going.

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Nada: I’m giving you a choice – either put on these glasses or start eatin’ that trash can.
Frank: Not this year.

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The thing that no one wants to admit is that most people want things to happen to them. We tell each other lies about the fight for free will and independence, but we don’t really want that. We want to be told how to live and then die when we’re not looking. People want oblivion, and a few of us are born to build it for them. So here I am – their invisible god sneaking under their skin.

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Lyutsifer Safin: I want the world to evolve, yet you want it to stay the same. Let’s face it – I’ve made you redundant.
James Bond: No. Not as long as there are people like you in the world.

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Valdo Obruchev: I could eradicate your entire race without even the use of a laboratory!
Nomi: Okay… time to die!