“What does he do? He sits there and does what? Drools and…” — Small Town Murder at 2:12:24
“What does he do? He sits there and does what? Drools and fucking nods. And that's like stepped on street shit. This is pure. Pharmaceutical. Hospice quality fucking morphine. Hospice quality. This guy's going to die anyway. Just make it not hurt. That's what you're getting. Fucking pure. Pure is the driven smoke. So…”
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