The main power was off, and there were easily twenty rooms in the fucking place.

I tell you I want none of this fucking place.

It's too bad, but I guess you were in the wrong fucking place at the wrong time.

There's not a single fucking place where it's still 1967!

But then, ever so slowly, the walls start closing in and it's like you're never going to get out of this fucking place.

I mean, he's caught on tape all over the fucking place.

If they wanted a lesson in what danger really was, they'd come to the right fucking place.

And neither would 1.1 never want to set foot in this fucking place again.

I was away from this fucking place for a while.