"Choose life.Choose a job.Choose a career.Choose a family.Choose a fucking big television.Choose washing machines,cars,compact disc players and electrical tin openers……
Choose DIY and wandering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning.Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,spirit crushing game shows,stuffing junk food into your mouth.Choose rotting away at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home,nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish,fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.Choose furture.Choose life……But why could I want to do a thing like that?"
"This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die. "