I don't know what's gonna happen tonight. At this point, I can't remember who loves us and who hates us... but I do know...
What does a scanner see? he asked himself. I mean, really see? Into the head? Down into the heart? It’s *A Scanner Darkly*, and...
Now you come to me and you say “Don Corleone, give me justice”, but you don’t even ask with respect. You don’t offer friendship....