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"Twelve fox years ago, you made a promise to me, while we were caged inside that fox trap, that if we survived, you would never steal another chicken, turkey, goose, duck, or a squab - whatever they are, and I believed you. Why? Why did you lie to me?" "Because I'm a wild animal." "You are also a husband and a father."

"Why do you always use binoculars?" "It helps me see things closer. Even if they're not very far away. I pretend it's my magic power." "That sounds like poetry. Poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. They're just supposed to be creative."

"You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies!" "Now Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!"

There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity… He was one of them. What more is there to say?

"Why couldn't I have killed that dragon when I found him in the woods? Would've been better, for everyone..." "Yep. The rest of us would have done it. So why didn't you?"   "I don't know... I couldn't. (...) I wouldn't kill him, because he looked as frightened as I was. I looked at him... and I saw myself."

You make me sick. I've seen cats with more balls than you dogs. STOP LICKING YOUR WOUNDS! You hungry? Kill something and eat it. You sick? Take a long nap. You cold? Dig a hole in the ground, crawl into it, and bury yourself. But nobody's giving up around here, and don't you forget it, ever.

Look, sometimes... people drift apart, Miles. And I don't want that to happen to us, okay? Look, I know I don't always do what you need me to do or say what you need me to say, but I... I see this... this spark in you, it's amazing, it's why I push you. But it's yours, and whatever you choose to do with it, you'll be great.

"You protected the people that you love." "You don't think I'm a bad person?" "All I think is that I love you."