"There's Horny and indulgence, and then there is evil Roman Emperor-reserved disgust...to be so rich as to afford (and acquire) several concubines whose sole purpose in life is to hang around your home, and whenever you get a hardon, to drop to their knees and blow you....well, it may be strokeworthy at first, but it gets pretty sick/old once you ask yourself the inevitable question "What's Next? What do I do now? For an Encore?"



I dunno burg, thats a "how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop" question.


However according to Tony Montana we need people like that to point our fingers at and say "thats the bad guy"

damn thats a great monologue.