"Hey, you...guy. The dames, eh? Yeah, the dames. Stupid dames. You having any luck with the horses? No, the horses are all...idiots. You know, between the dames and the horses, sometimes I don't even know why I put my hat on."
That's how people talk in bars, isn't it?
You don’t understand what my brother does. He writes cons the way dead Russians write novels, with thematic arcs and embedded symbolism and shit. And he wrote me as the vulnerable anti-hero.
I hope she’ll be a tool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little tool, just a real asshole.
See, now I’m thinking: maybe it means you’re the evil man. And I’m the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here… he’s the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you’re the righteous man and I’m the shepherd and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. And I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth. The truth is you’re the weak. And I’m the tyranny of evil men. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the shepherd.
(Pulp Fiction, 1994)
Orphan 99: After Brooklyn’s 99th precinct loses one of its best detectives, Elizabeth Childs, a British rebel named Sarah Manning joins the team, eventually revealing all the trippy details about her clone fiasco and trusting her co-workers as valuable allies.