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SNIPER: Snipin's a good job, mate.
SNIPER: ...it's challenging work, out-of-doors...
SNIPER: ...I guarantee you'll not go hungry.
SNIPER: 'Cause at the end of the day, 'long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.
DEMOMAN: Aaegh! Aaaaagh!
DEMOMAN: Eeeagh!
SNIPER: Ooh.
SNIPER: Yеah. Dad, I'm a... Y- Uh- I'm not a crazed gunman, Dad; I'm an assassin!
SNIPER: Well, the difference being: one is a job, and the other's mental sickness!
SNIPER: I'll be honest with ya. My parents... do not care for it.
SNIPER: ...I think his mate saw me.
SNIPER: Yes, yes he did!
SNIPER: Feelings?! Look, mate. You know who has a lot of feelings? Blokes who bludgeon their wife to death with a golf trophy.
SNIPER: Professionals have STANDARDS. Be polite.
SNIPER: Be efficient. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.
SNIPER: Dad!
SNIPER: D- Put y- Put Mom on the phone.