“I like making money. I make it out of wood. I make nickels mostly.”

“I make art like I make love—slowly, so I get the most for my money.”

“Make it?" Fred echoed. "Make what? The team? The chick? Make good? Make out? Make sense? Make money? Make time? Define your turns. The Latin for 'make' is facere, which also reminds me of fuckere, which is Latin for 'to fuck', and I haven't...”

“I like spending all my time making things with my hands. Mostly I make love to myself.”

“I don't wanna take my time going to work, I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag and ten or fifteen girls. What the hell I wanna go off and go to work for? Work for what? Money? I got all the money in the world. I'm the king, man. I run the underworld, guy. I decide who does what and where they do it at. What am I gonna run around like some teeny bopper somewhere for someone elses money? I make the money man, I roll the nickels. The game is mine. I deal the cards”

“I want to make enough money to buy an island. Something modest, like Australia.”