Character: Marv (Marv)

I give the writing recognition. I spit blood on them. I again knocked on the floor and treat them with batons. Then there is this glistoobraznaya Deputy Prosecutor and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it. In court, accused me of killing police officers, stealing wallets, arson, killing Roark, Kevin cannibalism and the death of poor Goldie...

- Kill me and then you'll be satisfied. Right? Killing a helpless, pathetic man.
- No, it's not interesting to me. And that's all before the murder, unravels me.

- Kevin?
- What's left of it. The dog ate it.

Of a go, when all the goats beat the ladies.

I owe you, Goldie, and I'll pay. If you want to die to deal with Roarke, well, I'll die happy.

I check the list: rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys and my legs.

I understand that Goldie is dead, her perfect chest does not rise, as they rose would be if she was breathing. Police. They're on their way, although no one except me and the killer knows that the murder is committed. Wait, I will find you and tear your killer Goldie!

There is a limit, baby...

A good coat...
That's one fine coat you're wearing.

All modern cars look like electric shavers.
Modern cars - they all look like electric shavers.

- You leave in the car. [Indicates by looking at the gun]. Will not kill anyone.
- Come On, Dwight! And how "fun"?!

- Marv!
- Dwight! You've been a rare guest. What I can do for you?
- Help is needed. There is a risk. They will have a lot of guns.
Hmm... I'm in. I want a change of pace.

All know what will happen next, but still pretend. Waste of time.

If you're sick, don't forget to take your meds!