John Preston: I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you.
Partridge: We both know they never "go easy".
[Emotion is a crime.]
Robbie Preston: I saw a boy crying today at
school. He didn't know anyone saw. But I saw. Should I report
him?
John Preston: Unquestionably.
Partridge: You always knew.
[begins to read from Yeats]
Partridge: "But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have
spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly because you tread
on my dreams." I assume you dream, Preston.
Mary: Let me ask you something. Why are you alive?
John Preston: I live to safeguard the continuity of this society,
to serve Libria.
Mary: It's circular. You exist to continue your existence. What's
the point?
John Preston: What's the point of your existence?
Mary: To feel! 'Cause you have never done it, you can never know
it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it, without love,
without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock... ticking.
Brandt:
Cleric, I can only hope one day to be as uncompromising as you.
DuPont: And
you, Preston, the supposed savior of the resistance are now its
destroyer and along with them, you've given me yourself... calmly...
coolly... Entirely without incident.
John Preston: No...
[Polygraph goes dead]
Technician: Oh... Shit!
John Preston: Not with out incident.
Brandt:
Mind the uniform Cleric.
[unsheathes a katana]
Brandt: I plan to be wearing it for a long time.
DuPont: Wait!
Wait! Look at me. Look at me. I'm life. I live... I breathe...
I feel. Now that you know it, can you really take it? Is it really
worth the price?
[Preston sees a flash of Mary's face]
John Preston: I'd pay it gladly. |