two sad children

Margaretta 2022-03-23 09:02:24

Sidney said to Cliff: "You seek detachment, I seek emotional sustenance, and we each take what we need."
The reason for their crimes boils down to this simple sentence.
They were born at the bottom of American society and could not live a middle-class life by normal means, so Cliff, who was a little crazy, took his desire to the extreme: "I want to live 100 different lives, and you will Witness to my 100 kinds of life." This was his desire.
Sidney's desire is: "a house by the sea, 2 couples, 5 children, 2 women and 3 men, only our family." She hates crime, longs for a complete family, a husband who can be depended on, and lovely children. No need for anyone other than that (1. they would disturb her pure family life 2. she doesn't want to kill anyone else)
but the only man she ever loved was a criminal who played 100 different lives, a lunatic, she Had to accompany him to commit crimes again and again. Even if: 1. She doesn't want to kill Gina, who she already likes. 2. This man who wants to live 100 kinds of life doesn't love her, but just uses him.
In the end Sidney made the right choice A perfect decision to escape Mad Cliff got the cops to hit him She could get away from this life even if it went to jail
Two grieving kids can't go on with their wishes anymore because Killing people and taking their identities and lives is a complete mistake

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  • Nick: Those boys are comin' in heavy, you might want to hang back and let 'em do their thing.

  • Cliff: So you were like Special Ops. What were you Seals? Rangers?

    Nick: Officially, I'm only allowed to say that I've been a sworn officer participating in a phase of certain missions that would make most men want to crawl up and hide inside their own assholes.

    Cydney: and unofficially?

    Nick: I'm a goddamn American Jedi. Possible title number one, by the way.

    Nick: Hey, see this? Took a frag from a Bouncing Betty. It's an antipersonnel mine. Caved in the back of my fucking head. Medevaced out to Germany. Got my skull rebuilt with space-age titanium. Can't go through a metal detector without ringing cherries, but that's cool. Let's me travel with Gilligan just about wherever I want.

    Cydney: Gilligan?

    Nick: My little buddy

    Cliff: That's some toothpick

    Nick: Here's the kicker, though. When I took that shrapnel, I never felt it. I mean, I felt the impact and I felt my backside go all wet, but no real pain. Now, maybe I don't recall the events in full. They did scoop out a little gray Spam back there, but get this. My wolf pack? They will swear that I was ambulatory for more than 17 minutes before they forced me to lie down. Tackled me. Even then I was looking to monkey-fuck a Marlboro Light. There's no nerve endings in the brain Cliff. Remember that when you write the scene.

    Cliff: Yeah, there's some really good details there.

    Gina: Yeah, he's really hard to kill.