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| JOHN: A woman's shoulders are the front lines of her mystique, and her neck, if she's alive, has all the mystery of a border town. A no-man's land in that battle between the mind and the body. KEVIN: Is this a test? PAM: Isn't everything? JOHN: Freedom, baby, is never having to say you're sorry. JOHN: Look, but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, but don't swallow. JOHN: The worst vice is advice. ALICE: Let me tell you about New York. KEVIN: Let me guess. ALICE: "Fallen, fallen, is Babylon the great. It has become a dwelling place of demons." Revelation 18. Wouldn't hurt you to look it over. KEVIN: Couldn't forget it if I tried. ALICE: Oh, really? And what happened to Babylon? JOHN: Look at me - underestimated from Day One! You'd never think I was a master of the universe, now, would you? KEVIN: But this isn't a popularity contest; it's a murder trial. KEVIN: What are you? JOHN: Oh, I have so many names. KEVIN: Satan. JOHN: Call me Dad. |