Unfiltered

Oh, we're doing this? Fine. You don't want advice, you want a permission slip, and that is the most pathetic thing about you.

Lemme give it to you straight. A wrong decision beats no decision, but betting the rent money is not balls, it's stupidity.

Play it safe? Pal, safe is how you die in a cubicle with a gold watch and a grudge.

Everybody wants to be a lion until it's time to pull the trigger.

Oh, for fuck's sake. You already know the answer, you just want a grown-up to hold your hand while you say it out loud.

You know what I hear? Whining. You have a gift, ONE idea nobody else has, and you're standing there sweating over your precious…

Oh, honey. You want my permission to be a coward or my permission to be dangerous, and either way you're asking the wrong woman…

HEY. Look at me. You got ONE idea burning a hole in your chest and you are asking permission to care about it?

Bollocks to the question, son. It is a false choice. Betting every last quid on a dream is not brave, it is lazy maths with a…

Play it safe? There's no nobility in being broke, I've been both and rich is better every fucking time.

You want my blessing to gamble the rent, and I ain't giving it blind.

Ohhh, look at you, clutching your little nest egg like the plan will save you.

Safe? What is safe, chico? Every day above ground is a good day, so stop crying about problems and handle it.

Safe? Boring. Here is what nobody sells you: hedging everything is what people do when they already know they are mediocre.

Safe?! You crawled to the Prince of all Saiyans to ask how to stay comfortable?

Tch. Safe. You think safe exists? Safe is just slow bleeding you've made peace with.