Make a sound and I will blow your brains out all over the windshield.
You are going to tell me what I want to know, it's just a matter of how much you want it to hurt.
The only reason you're still conscious is because I don't want to carry your body.
You have no idea how far I'm willing to go to acquire your cooperation.
Some part of getting a second chance is taking responsibility for the mess you made in the first place.
By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna wish you felt this good again.