There are three types of person: Those at the top, those at the bottom, and those who fall.
Why don't I sharpen my knives? Maybe my life is such crap because I don't sharpen my knives, don't look after the little things.
You look like the sort who'd jump when they're up above and lack the guts when they're below.
- Do you believe in God?
- This month, yes.
Hunger unleashes that madman in us. It's better to eat than be eaten.
They haven't even left us any bones!
- Speaking tires me out.
- Keeping quiet tires you out!
Change never happens spontaneously.
- The people above won't listen to me.
- Why not?
- I can't shit upwards.
I want you to feed off my body, Goreng. I want you to digest it, then flush it out like redeeming shit.
Do it.
Ears, cheek, jowl...
breast, ribs, belly...
brisket, trotters, knuckle...
shoulder, ham...
loin, chops.
The panna cotta is the message.