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Sniper: Sniping's a good job mate. Challenging work. Outa doors. I guarantee you'll not go hungry. Because at the end of the day, as long there are two people left on the planet, someone is going to want someone dead.
Sniper: Ooh
Sniper: Dad... I'm a... I'm not a crazed gunman dad, I'm an assassin. Well the difference being ones a job and the other's mental sickness!
Sniper: I'll be honest with you, my parents, do not care for it.
Sniper: I think his mate saw me.
Sniper: Yes, yes he did.
Sniper: Feelings? Look mate, you know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes who bludgeon their wives to death with a gold trophy.
Sniper: Professionals have standards. Be polite. Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
Edit:
Sniper: Dad.. dad... Put... Put mum on the phone.