"Money, barely anyone has it, and almost everyone wants it. Blood spills for money, hearts pump for money, life breathes for money. Everyone wants a taste of money. We kill ourselves day after day to scramble what little coins we can carry in our pockets with one too many holes. The ones that don't give into simple pleasures sit on it as their own personal throne, and others squander it away by making the wrong choices, by taking the wrong steps. Maybe that is why I resented my father for his betting problem, for wasting away my college funds and forcing me into this job." - "You can't bribe my time," "Just name a price." - - - - Pedro pascal fanfiction