What I could do with faces like these on film. On second thought, why would I need their faces?
This is wrong, something's wrong. Oh, God, not like this. I'm supposed to have something more cinematic. Kill them, Machine... kill them all.
What were you expecting? A monster?
You know the best part of killing someone? The look on their face. It's that look. Not when they're threatened. Not when you hurt them. Not even when they see the knife. It's when they feel the knife go in. That's it. It's surprise. They just can't believe it's really happening to them. She had that look, the girl, when she knew it wasn't just porno.
There's no mystery. Things I do, I do them because I like them! Because I want to!
Oh, he's a lover, man... definitely loves what he does for a living.
I can hook you up, though. You name the vice I name the price.
I don't buy it. I don't endorse it. I just point the way.
He's a producer-slash-director-slash weirdo. He's like the Jim Jarmusch of S & M.
So you got a wife and a daughter and a nice little yellow house and a dog named 'Shep'. What the hell are you doing here?
There are some things that you see, and you can't unsee them. Know what I mean?
Hey! It's like a gas station, you pay before you pump!
If someone never saw or sold a snuff film, they shouldn't give a damn what I ask about it, if they have they got a right to be nervous.
I'll never get tired of hurting you, Eddie!
Can you tell me if you had to make a choice... if you were forced to choose... between imagining her out ther somewhere living a good life... being happy... bu you don't know... you never find out... or the worst being true... her being gone... but you know... you finally know what's happened to her.
Do you think people like the Christians hire us to invite us to their dinner parties? It's our job to clean up their royal messes.