Sure. I have an apartment. You have an apartment. As long as you don't have a line down your throat, they'll try to treat you nicely. Apartment in the good part of town, food you can actually eat. Security.

[And the only cost is the one of pride.

Of silence.

Because if everyone working together to overthrow this backwards-thinking piece of shit town, the program would have to stop. Just. Stop.

The rapes and the drugs and that whole people Zoo, because-- what the actual fuck is up with that?

Quentin still hadn't worked up the guts to go see it.]

We look out for each other. Right? But sure,you can come back to my place.