Character: Clay

- I'd be happier if I didn't know about the existence of the tapes, I say.
- No. You'd be crazy if I didn't find out what happened to her.

I listen to the story of a man who broke down and decided to give up. And this person, this girl I liked. I now listen to her confession, her story about how she slowly but surely was going to die. Unfortunately, it's too late, there's nothing I can do for her.

She was in the kitchen, "Angels fly close to the ground" played on the player, she liked the scratches and POPs of vinyl records. Then her eyes rolled and I just watched as it left, she just froze. I ran to her, I thought how much I strained my legs lifting them from the ground, it was still not enough. An eternity until I reached her. It could not be a reality, twenty-five year old woman can't die, and I waited until she wakes up. I stood and watched as they put her on the stretcher and covered with sheets on her face. I thought this can't be real... can't be real.

- Can you get up?
- I both legs crossed, well, the question you stupid!
...
Puig, can you stand up?
- Today is the day of stupid questions?! And nobody told me!

- She aims me in the groin.
- Better in person?
- I know it's silly, but Yes!
Is that better?
- I would not say.
- Where's your gun?
- In the car.
What's she doing?
- Nothing special.

I don't like this car.
- It's a classic!
Is classic shit!

Hey, have you thought this through? Mistake can cost us life!
- I'm never wrong!
Really?
- Dont worry amber!
- You got shot by the husband of amber.
Only in the leg.
- What about Emma?
- Emma does not count! I didn't sleep with Emma.
- Of course, she rigged your car.
- Well! I admit, sometimes romance interferes with business.
Now there was this girl, and we are going somewhere. Yesterday she, for example, the hotel burned.
- I remember.
- Be careful, I don't want to get shot from the girl.
- I'm not often called a girl... Now you have to mine the car?
She was unbalanced!

- How did you know that we are alive?
- Counted the teeth after the fall of the turntables, and you're tenacious creatures.

- A toilet?
- No, I ordered the world's only room without a toilet.

You lose.
- We lost.
- No! Bet you did.
You gave me the money.
- Yes? True, stupid? What could be worse?
If we would have washed down...
- And we, what? You don't drink?