Sarge: You know son, if excuses was worth a cent, you'd be a silver fucking dollar.
Nixer: (holds up a french fry on a toothpick, points past one end, points past the other end, then points at the french fry) Looky here, J.T. From here, to eternity, is the time before I was born. And from here, to eternity, is the time after I die. And this, is the only time I get -- to do it.
J.T.: You ain't doing nothing. You're gonna spend the rest of your days right here in this little town, and you're gonna die here, with one of my burgers in your hand.
Nixer: It's ten forty-five. I know you hate this town. I know you hate Teddy; I do, too. But I also know you love your music. So fight for what you love, not for what you hate.
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