“I been tellin’ that story for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant; I just thought it was a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker ‘fore you put his ass to beddie-bye for all eternity. But I saw some shit this mornin’ that made me think twice.

“Now I’m thinkin’, it could be you’re the wolf in Grandma’s bed. And I’m the mom who sent her kid to Grandma’s house. And Mr. .45 here, he’s the woodcutter protecting her red-riding ass in the dark, scary woods. Or it could be you’re Grandma and I’m the woodcutter and it’s the world that’s evil and selfish. I’d like that. But that shit ain’t the truth.

“The truth is, you are the little girl with the basket full of goodies. And I’m the Big Bad Wolf. But I’m tryin’, Ringo. I’m tryin’ real hard to be the woodcutter.”