- Would you like it gift wrapped?
- No. It's for me.

+ The Lives of Others

It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.

+ Crash

When you dance with the devil, you wait for the song to stop.

+ Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels