[first lines] Johnny Virus: This story takes place in the quarry. It never happened. Some gutter rat just made the whole thing up. It's about the Chicago Underworld gone mad, all because some lunatic fuck got greedy. Pointed bullets in the face of some kiss-my-ring murderer. Dime store fiction at its best. My name is Johnny Virus. How do I fit into all of this? I'm just some dime store fiction gumba that got a rat made of 'im - come by for your entertainment. Hope you have a good time.
Billy Sunday: My name is Master Chief Billy Sunday. There was a preacher by the same name who cleaned up Chicago of all the whoring spics, drunken wops and motherfucking niggers that was making that place unfit for decent white folks to live. The only difference between me and that old preacher is that he worked for God, and I *am* God!
Shiv: You know who wore hat like this? Andrei: No. Shiv: Jesse James. Andrei: Jesse James! [mimicking pistols with hands] Shiv: Jesse James. He wore hat just like this. He only stole from rich people, so he really wasn't a thief. He'd go into a rough place like Chicago or Brooklyn and do business. Andrei: Like you? Shiv: [nodding] The CIA chased him for years. Whenever Jesse Jackson needed a car he stole one. Andrei: Jesse James? Shiv: What did I say? Andrei: Reggie Jackson. Shiv: Jesse Jackson! He could've been the president of the United States but they don't respect the black man so he went underground. Andrei: Was he who did sports like Michael Jordan? Shiv: Michael Jackson! Michael, Reggie, Jesse... and two other brothers: the Jackson Five. The most powerful family in America. Hey, what bill is Andrew Jackson on? Andrei: Twenty! Shiv: Twenty! Hey. Respect the Jacksons.
Claudette: I'm Claudette Katzenback, the va-va-va-voom girl with the va-va-va-voom voice. Who the hell are you? Lieutenant Cross: I'm Lt. Cross, the Chicago cop with the sh-sh-short temper.
policeman in helicopter: [spots Kimble fighting Dr Nichols on the roof] Richard. Stay where you are! This is the Chicago Police. Put your hands in the air. The building is totally secure. [Richard runs down the stairs] policeman in helicopter: I repeat, do not move! Put your hands in the air! [Richard continues to run] policeman in helicopter: I repeat, stay where you are!
Peg: [to Madeleine] You came all the way from Chicago to find a good artist?
Eddie: Boy, look, look! Look! Your daddy may not had a whole lot of money. Oh, but he was rich, because he invested in people. What'd you think? You think I was the only one he gave a job to, Calvin? No! That man opened up the doors to anybody and any knucklehead around here in the city of Chicago that wanted to come down here and make somebody out themselves. Gave the opportunity to be somebody! A licensed professional barber. Now, me, myself, personally... I wouldn't gave half these bail-jumpers the opportunity. But, you know, it's just hard enough. You sit in there and try to cut somebody's head and gotta worry about this fool over there trying to shank you. But let me tell you somethin'. At the end of the day... the end of the day, I was glad I was here. And now you!
Police Dispatcher: [on Cosmo's police radio] Attention all units. Transit police report officer down at Balbo Station. Kimble is suspect! Repeat; Officer Down! Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What'd he do, shoot a cop? Cosmo Renfro: Chicago PD will eat him alive!
[reading about why they joined the Army] Pvt. Tommy Lee Haywood: There's these woods behind our trailer park. This old guy lives in the woods there. Everybody in town swore he was crazy. He showed me how to hunt, and how to be real quiet, and how to listen. He said he had seen everythin' in the world he wanted to see, and he ain't never wanted to leave those woods. Well, me and my daddy got laid off at the paper mill, and whilst I spent about five months watchin' TV with my brothers, I kept thinkin' of what the old man said. Finally, I decided that I did want to see more of the world, and what was behind that trailer park. And that's why I joined up. Private Miranda Myers: I liked livin' with my aunt, Mavis, in Chicago the best. But last summer, my mother, Ruthie, came back and we drove to Atlanta. She said, "We don't have to stay long," but then she met a man, and they take off. I waited around for a while, waitin' for her to come back, but everybody keep sayin', "Just go on home." I don't know where that is. So I take the bus to Cleaveland and spend two days starin' at the poster behind the driver sayin', "Be all you can be." So I think about that for a week, and think I gotta be somewhere, so here I am. Pvt. Jamaal Mongomerey: In my crib, there ain't never been a time where we eat, sleep, or nothin'. Y'know, everybody just run around crazy. Half the time, I don't even know who were are. I must be the only person in the world who joined the army so he'd know what time he'd eat. Pvt. Roosevelt Nathaniel Hobbs: I wanted to learn a new trade.
Nice Guy Eddie: If you fucking beat this prick long enough, he'll tell you he started the goddamn Chicago fire, now that don't necessarily make it fucking so!
Michael Jordan: Whatever you do, don't forget my North Carolina shorts. Daffy Duck: Your shorts? From college? Michael Jordan: I wore them under my Chicago Bulls uniform every game. Looney Tunes: Eeewwww! Michael Jordan: Hey! I washed them after every game! Sylvester: Sure... Michael Jordan: I did!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Dr. Richard Kimble! There's no way out of here, Richard! The entire building is locked down! Give it up Richard, you don't have any time, Chicago police department thinks you're a cop killer, they WILL shoot you on sight! [pauses] Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Richard, I know you're innocent! I know about Frederick Sykes! I know about Dr. Charles Nichols! Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife's murder, he had your keys! No forced entry, Richard! He telephoned Sykes from your car, Richard! Richard, give it up! Richard, I'm either lying or I'm gonna shoot you, what do you think? [another pause, as Nichols draws down on Gerard] Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Give it up, Richard, it's time to stop running!
[Chicago and Jericho find a pentagram traced in red] Chicago: I don't think this is paint.
Partying means drinking. It also means playing records by Lou Reed and Chicago, which I thought was a city but is also a band it turns out.
Who
Larry Fisher: Hey, kid! How'd you like to play for the Chicago Cubs? Henry Rowengartner: Great! But I gotta ask my mom first.
Simms: So where'r ya from? Cooper: Chicago Simms: How long you been doing this? Cooper: Too Long. Simms: Must be tough on the family, huh? Cooper: Not any more.
It is wonderful to be here in the great state of Chicago
Rip: Here's where you run the gauntlet. Now, damn you, let's see how fast you can run between here and Chicago you damned gutter-bums!
Ethan opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
I often wonder what Einstein would have done in my position. At Peterson, I kept an Einstein poster in my room, the one that says 'Imagination is more important than knowledge.' Einstein was smart, maybe even as smart as Laserator, but he played it way too safe. Then again, nobody ever threw a grappling hook at Einstein. I like to think he would have enjoyed my work, if he could have seen it. But no one sees anything I do, not until it's hovering over Chicago.
Writer's block? I've heard of this. This is when a writer cannot write, yes? Then that person isn't a writer anymore. I'm sorry, but the job is getting up in the fucking morning and writing for a living.
I slid Mallory a glance.
The great trains howling from track to track all night. The taut and telegraphic murmur of ten thousand city wires, drawn most cruelly against a city sky. The rush of city waters, beneath the city streets. The passionate passing of the night's last El.
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning...proud to be Hog Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
I bet you think fellas are the ones to remember a girl -- don't you?
As we left the kitchen, I asked,
When I burn please bury me deep Somewhere on West Division Street Put a bottle beneat' my head 'n a bottle beneat' my feet
Awkwardness, thy name is vampire.
Although security and warfare had never been my gig, vampire security was highly contextual and thus incredibly interesting. There were links to history (Vampires were screwed over yesterday!) and politics (House X screwed us over yesterday!), philosophy (Why do you think they screwed us over yesterday?) and ethics (If we didn
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