Mr. Mosley: Kids like you used to get their butts kicked when I was a kid.
Edwin: They still do.
Edwin: You ever worried we might shoot all the wrong people?
Flake: You wanna know what I think about? How when something terrible happens somewhere, and there's all those flags, and flowers, and candles, and pictures of people who died, and pages of sayings and poems, all that shit lined up for months. That's what I think about.
Tim: I hate the thought of you fighting.
Edwin: Well, then don't think about it.
