― I’m gonna go to Vegas, and I’m gonna go with enough money in my hip pocket… to catch ’em fine bitches, you know what I mean? You know, I’ve spent almost every night of my life dreaming about this kind of shit.
― Dreaming. That’s bullshit. You’re not gonna do nothing like that. I’ll tell you what you’re gonna do!
You’re gonna get a job. That’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get a little job; some job a convict can get, Iike scraping off trays at a cafeteria or cleaning out toilets. And you’re gonna hold on to that job like gold… because it IS gold! Let me tell you, Jack: that IS gold. You listening to me?
And when that man walks in at the end of the day and he comes to see how you done, you ain’t gonna look in his eyes! You’re gonna look at the floor… because you don’t wanna see that fear in his eyes when you jump up and grab his face and slam him to the floor and make him scream and cry for his life! So you look right at the floor, Jack ―pay attention to this, motherfucker! And then he’s gonna look around the room, see how you done. And he’s gonna say “Oh, you missed a little spot over there! Jeez, you didn’t get this one here. What about this little bitty spot?” And you’re gonna suck all that pain inside you and you’re gonna clean that spot… and you’re gonna clean that spot… until you get that shining clean. And on Friday, you’ll pick up your paycheck.
And if you could do that… you could be president of Chase Manhattan corporations, if you could do that.
― Not me, man… I wouldn’t do that kinda shit. I’d rather be in jail!
― More’s the pity, youngster. More the pity…
― Could you do that kinda shit?
― I wish I could…
διάλογος από την ταινία Runaway Train (1985) του Andrei Konchalovsky