Hey, Leon, nothing's gonna happen to you. You're indestructible! Bullets slide off you, you play with 'em.
I like these quiet little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
I hope you're not lying Leon. I really hope that deep down there's no love in you. And if there is, I think in a few minutes you'll regret you never said anything. I love you Leon.
When it's tough like this, you know it's gonna be ugly. Better make it quick, or else you will be here all day listening to his crap.
