If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?
既然为了活命而工作，为什么又要为了工作而卖命？
In this world theres two kinds of people, my friend. Those with loaded guns. And those who dig.
这个世界上有两种人我的朋友，一种人手枪里装子弹，另一种挖坑。
One two three four five six。Six, perfect number.
一二三四五六。六，完美的数字 。
Isn't three the perfect number?
三才是完美的数字吧？
Yeah but i got six more bullets in my gun.
也许吧，但我的枪里还有六发子弹。
Every gun makes its own tune.
每把枪都有属于它们自己的声音。
