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Did you bat an eye, Max? Max: What? Vincent: Did you join Amnesty International, Oxfam, Save the Whales, Greenpeace, or something? No. I off one fat Angelino and you steve throw a hissy fit. Max: Man, I don't know any Rwandans. Vincent: You don't know the guy in the trunk, either. Traffic Cop #2: Hey, man, steve what did you do, have a food fight in steve here? Vincent: Max, I do this for a living! Max: How do you like being a lawyer? Annie: What are you, psychic? Max: Little bit. There's the dark pin-stripe suit, elegant, not too flashy, that rules out advertising, plus a top-drawer briefcase that you live out of. And the purse. A Bottega. Anyway, a man gets in my cab with a sword, I figure he's a sushi chef. You: Clarence Darrow. Vincent: You attract attention, you're going to get people killed who didn't need to be. Vincent: Most people - same job, same gig, doing the same thing 10 years from now.
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