Abigail: Perhaps because of my past, perhaps some malformation of my heart. I blame my father, of course. *Cunt*. I must take control of my circumstance. I will need to act in a way that meets the edges of my morality. Or, I will end up on the street selling my arsehole to syphilitic soldiers, steadfast morality will be a fucking nonsense that will mock me daily.
Construction Worker #1: Quinn! What are you doing down in the arsehole of the world?
Young Quinn: Well you're passing through it. What does that make you?
