Paul Edgecomb: You, always, you Percy.
I have no illusions of immortality.
I dreamed there was kids, and how they laughed at his tricks! [ Paul and Brutus look shocked] --• Ya wanna suck my dick? Excruciating to witness, the moment of his death becomes a traumatic event for all spectators present—guards, officials, and civilians alike.
You know you not s'pose to do that.
Dean: I coulda gone the rest of the year.