Thing is, as killers go, I ain't really a very dangerous killer.

'Cause for me, see, it's only a turn-on if the dame wants it done. Weird, huh? But it's true. If the babe don't want it, I don't want to do it. If she's screamin' and cryin' and beggin' me not to do it, I ain't gonna wanna do nothing at all to her. 'Sides that, if I'm pissed at her, I sure as hell don't find hurtin' her a turn-on. I got this thing, I just don't seem to be able to hit a broad in anger, even if she's beatin' the crap outta me. I figure, well, I'm kinda big and not very delicate, I can take it--leastways I always have been able to...

Then there's the other thing--if everything is nice and lovey-dovey between me and the babe, well, then I kinda want things to go on, right? I mean, I got these two desires, one's to snuff her and the other's to see her again tomorrow, and they just don't fit together too very well, okay?