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Let me ask you something.
How'd it feel when you killed that fella... that kid out on the highway?

Not good, Frank.

No? I would have thought that felt real fg good.
It was clean. It was legal.
You saved your own life.
I mean, that's common sense.
It's common fg sense, right?
It's how these people think.

What people?

What people?
Man, you're on a fg tangent.

I ain't on a fg tangent!

These frs don't give you time to figure out the problem.
It's a math class.
The whole deal.
Just like every math class, there's a clown in the front...
and everybody hates this clown
because he raises his hand.
He's answering all the questions.
What do we do? Move on.
Just fg move on, ready or not.
He's deciding we got to move on.
He knows his math.
I hadn't even figured out about Santa Claus yet, dragons.
Gasoline was my favorite smell.
It's like your farm.
Who grew better crops, you or the math man...
who bought it out from under you? You!
What's a farm for?
It's for crops.
That's the world, Joe... and it's a beauty.
Am I right?

You're right.

Am I wrong?

There is no common sense.
Right? I'm right.

All right.
All right.
So you're angry.
All your problems are the world's fault.

That's right.
It's the world's fault.
Your fault. My fault.
The fault of every motherfg human being...
every fg one of them out there.

Life lacks tenderness, does it?
Go on back there.
Go see my angel get born.
Life must be great if you laugh it up.
No, mister... I'll just stay here
and drink it down...
because there's only two kinds of men in this hell.

There's heroes and outlaws.
Which one are you?

- the Indian Runner