Vincent: Books aren't usless...you'd know that if you cared to crack one open sometime.
He gathers the rest of his books and papers up with a sigh and starts to walk away
He followed after Vincent, lighting up another cig.
"I do read, don't get me wrong."
He took a puff and blew it in Vincents face
Vincent coughs and blows the cigarette smoke away
Vincent: H-hey!
"Pft."
Vincent: Do you want something?
He looks up at Viktor, glaring at him
"Yeah. Why're you reading Meditation for Dummies?"
Vincent: I have trouble sleeping...I thought maybe it might help...
"It won't."
Vincent: How would you know?
"The books full of shit. Litteral shit."
