"Take a look at a castle. Any castle. Now break down the key elements that make it a castle. They haven't changed in a thousand years. 1: Location. A site on high ground that commands the territory as far as the eye can see. 2: Protection. Big walls, walls strong enough to withstand a frontal attack. 3: A garrison. Men who are trained and willing to kill. 4: A flag. You tell your men you are soldiers and that's your flag. You tell them nobody takes our flag. And you raise that flag so it flies high where everyone can see it. Now you've got yourself a castle." Mick:
I hear tell that yours is the coolest gang in New York. Rat:
That's the word. Mick
: What did you do last night? Punk
: We didn't do nothing. We was here all night. Mick
: And...that's what you call cool, is it? (silence as Rat mulls this over) Mick:
Tomorrow, when someone asks you the same question, you can say: "We didn't do nothing." Or you can say: "We went out to Long Island...helped this lunatic storm a fortress." Least you can do is come and see me get my head blown off.
[waving goodbye to the heroes] Have fun stormin' da castle. Valerie:
[to Max] Think it'll work? Miracle Max:
It would take a miracle.
I'm done running. The sky is literally
about to fall, and I've got nothing left to lose. Quellcrist Falconer:
Alright, Tak. What's your play? Kovacs:
...We go in the front door.