- Mitchell: We live in a vertical world. If you can't trust the elevators, what the fuck *can* you trust?
- Nanny from Hell (Ilsa): Quiet! Little bastards! Don't fuck with me! Bunch of losers, you are, all of you! What's the use? Most of you won't make it anyway! If you don't get knocked down by a car or drink a bottle of Drano or set fire to your bedroom, in a few years' time you'll all be on drugs or selling your bodies in cheap hotels. Whatever the future is, you little creeps, it is not yours. Believe me.
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