Odin James: My life is over, that’s it. But while all ya’ll are out here livin’ yours, sitting around talking about the nigger that lost it back in high school, you make sure you tell them the truth. You tell them I loved that girl! I did! But I got played! He twisted my head up. He fucked it up. I ain’t no different than none of ya’ll. My mom’s ain’t no crack head. I wasn’t no gang banger. It wasn’t some hood rat drug dealer that tripped me up. It was this white, prep school motherfucker standing right there! You tell them where I’m from. . .didn’t make me do this.
Beatrice: O, God, that I were a man! I would eat his heart in the market-place.
Benedick: Hear me, Beatrice…
Beatrice: Talk with a man at a window. O, a proper saying.
Benedick: Nay, but, Beatrice. . .
Beatrice: Sweet Hero. She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone.
Beatrice: Princes and counties. A goodly count. O, that I were a man for his sake! Or that I had any friend who would be a man for my sake! But manhood is melted into curtsies, valor into compliment, and men are only turned into tongues, and trim ones too. For he is now as valiant as Hercules who only tells a lie and swears it! I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.
Mike Waters: How’d we get home?
Scott Favor: That German guy. Hans. He brought you downtown, you were passed out. He said he was heading to Portland, so I asked him for a ride.
Mike Waters: For some reason I’m forgetting a German guy named Hans.
Scott Favor: Well, you were sleeping.