I Think Like A Detective.

I Knew From The Moment I Heard You, The Moment I Saw The Gun And Realized That This Lovely, Petit Woman Was The Executioner, That You Would Never Die Waiting For Me To Save You - That You Would Save Yourself.

A Crowd Is An Elemental Thing. A Word, A Glance, And A Crowd Becomes A Mob.

How Could You Love Someone And Not Want Them To Be Happy?

You Smell Of Other Peoples Blood, Ma Petite. It Was No One You Know. -jean Claude And Anita

No 'good Evening, Jean-claude, How Are You Doing?' Just Down To Business. How Terribly Rude,ma Petite ." - Jean-claude