it-s all con. there ain-t no heroes. it-s all con. there ain-t no winners - it-s all con and horseshit. there ain-t no saints, there ain- t no genius - that-s all con and fairytale, it makes the game go. each man jut tries to hang on and be lucky - if he can. all else is bullshit." "aw right, aw right, I dig your losers! but what about Castro? he looked pretty fat, last photo I saw of him." "he subsists because the U.S. and Russia have decided to leave him in the middle. but suppose they really put the pack on the deck? what can he draw to? man, he don-t hold enough chips to get into a decaying Egyptian whorehouse." "fuck you two guys! I like who I like!" said Barney Anderson.