‘Neurologian? What's that, Sal'?’
‘What I started callin’ your doctors. They're idiots. Heretical. Blasphemers. How can they call themselves American, Johnny, when's they tryin’ to make US Act like we's puppets or somethin’? Ain't no shame in needin’ help or implants or physical therapy, prosthetics, but these people are freaks. They act like they're God, like they designed US, like they's get to decide-’
‘I know, Sal. I know. They's ain't American. They're paid stooges. The good thing is though, money always leaves a trail.’ He put down his spoon for his slop. ‘We know they ain't spendin’ no money on our food, or our care- There's always a trail to follow.’