Do I look like a guy with a plan, Harvey? The mob has plans. I don’t have a plan. The cops have plans. I am a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it. I just do things. You know what I am, Harvey? I am just the wrench in the gears. I’m not too fond of plans. Yours, theirs, everyone’s. Gordon has plans. Maroni has plans. Schemers are trying to control the world around them. Not me. I show them how useless their pathetic attempts to control things really are. So when I tell you that what I did to you and your girlfriend was nothing personal, you know it’s the truth. I just did what I do best.
Look what I have done to this city with a couple of bullets and a few drums of gas. Nobody panics when things go according to a horrifying plan. If I tell the press that a gangbanger will get shot tomorrow or a truckload of soldiers will be blown up, nobody panics because it’s all part of the plan. But everybody loses their minds when I say that one little old mayor will die.
I am an agent of chaos. Introduce a little anarchy; you get disorder, and everything becomes chaotic. And you know the best thing about chaos, right Harvey? “CHAOS is FAIR.”
