Yeah, I talked to preachers. Bunch of wimps, assholes and kiddie-fiddlers.
Tell me, babe, you ever read the bible? Sat down, read it page-to-page? I did. God loves a little blood sport. Us folk that got kicked out of the garden, we got our love for it from God. Son of a bitch wiped us out with water 'cause we were too wicked, you think we're any better these days? No water, but fire next time? Lemme tell you something, blondie. We're in the fire. Hell, we ARE the damn fire. We just ain't burned out yet.