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Al Margen de la Noche: Vampiros del Desierto

Sean: So what's your deal, what do you do?
Nick: As little as possible.
Sean: yea... but you gotta make money, you work?
Nick: I cruise, you know. I find something when I need to, kind of like the day to day thing.
Sean: What about the future? What do you wanna be doing say uh... ten years from now?
Nick: I don't give a shit... I could be dead tomorrow.

Sean: Like father, like son.
Nick: Shit, I hope not. My mom told me my dad was a cross-dressing Marine drill sargeant.

Sean: Yea, who gave you the right to play god with her life?
Nick: Hey, this all about survival of the fittest! You don't learn that and you are going to die... or worse...

Nick: We are fucked. Take a look at the world we inherited. We're a bunch of fast-food munching MTV freaks humping the great Amercian Dream. The generation before us sold their innocence for 200 digitally enhanced satellite stations, and it's been downhill ever since. They had Mickey Mouse, Easy Rider and The Beatles. Alright? We got South Park, The Blair Bitch and Ricky Martin. Alright? They had "Be here now!". We got "Shit Happens!". If that doesn't put thinks in perspective, i dunno what does. I mean, we're just Microsoft Neanderthals addicted to surfing netland, still shitting in our nests. And every time i think about giving a rat's ass, i picture Monica making millions from sucking Bill's little red rooster. Just rockets me right back into reality.

Kit: [while grabbing gun barrel Sean is pointing at him] Make your stand punk. Let's see what you got.

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