THE LIMITS OF CONTROL : Africa's Magic Kingdom

"That's it. That's the way you do it: Money for nothing and your chicks for free. Andy Warhol believes in the can opener. My can opener believes in his canvas. A sledgehammer might be the greatest piece of art if you're imprisoned. Everything is subjective: no sex on the job, no cell phones and plenty of time to appreciate the finer things of life is fine. Reality is arbitrary. Life isn't worth nothing. Bohemians all work to join some European state that they have yet to move to. Want to execute the impossible? Distribute a code. The code inspires different things from different people as the code translates. Listen. These are artists. People have been very fine for a very long time. People appreciate hard things. Gold is soft. People are soft. Your accommodations are soft. Your final destination will reveal the names of those who would prevent you. Now those be bank accounts. Remunerate to execute. Your imagination is infinite and you are invisible because your patience is affordable. Having patience is magic if you remember that you are rich. This is Africa. We are one billion served by the richest organizations, servicing the poorest capitalists. Cradle of the saints, supplier of states, keeper of chaos, and unwilling colonizer. Denomination is arbitrary. Return your target to dust as he no longer serves the kingdom of the patient."

- The finest opening monologue in any Assassin/Gangster/Mob movie I've seen even though the translation was shoddy.