Forfeit

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Overlapping Televangelist Voices:
Thou shalt not kill. / There are people among us who have killed. / Foolishness is nothing, we're all just believing in God. / On the mountain the Lord will provide, says scripture. This is not some platitude. It is God's literal testimony. / Chase away all pessimists, over the hill, far away. / Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God. / There are those who will point to what they call inconsistencies in the Word of God. And I say, remember, He is God the Father.

Jake:
Are you mad because I caught you talking to the television

Hank:
Would it make you feel better to know that Bob's deductible is as big as the gross national product of several countries in Africa?

Tom Miller:
I'll get my cane, I'll kill him where he stands!

Frank:
Have you ever killed anyone?

Jake:
No one ever asks a soldier if he ever saved a life. Why is that?

Frank:
Cause it's not interesting? If you save someone's life, there's nothing to get over. You kill another human being, and that sticks with you for life.

Frank:
What about your dreams? Do those get worse as you get older? I find that the oven gets harder to clean as *it* gets older. I know it's not the same thing, but I'm trying to make an imaginative leap.

Jake:
You know, civilians think that killing a person is the worst thing you can do, but I come back from my tour, I visit home, I see all my buddies working dead-end jobs working themselves to death.

Frank:
You look down on people like me because we do ordinary jobs. You're a swaggering hero because you get to walk around some Middle Eastern backwater with your AK-47. Do you laugh when some helpless Arab conscript, barely out of his diapers, gets fried in his 1950s vintage tank?

Jake:
I'm a soldier, not some psycho. What is wrong with you?

Bob:
[about the armored truck] I can't drive something this big, I own a Miata.

Hank:
[at gunpoint] You've gotta be kidding.

Frank:
Yeah I'm kidding, but play along, or I'll blow your anus across the wall.

Bob:
Buckets? You expect us to use buckets?

Frank:
Well, Bob, here's the thing, communal ties will fray pretty rapidly if you use the floor. I made you guys peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. If you thought I was going to cook, you deserve to die.

Preacher:
What happens when the crown of glory of a man's life proves to be an illusion? What does that man do when the entire base of his life falls. My friend, I understand, it happened to me.