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Adam:
Just because we can't prove something, doesn't mean it's not true. Sometimes the sub-conscience and the metaphysical make more of an impact and are more real then anything we could ever prove.

Dad:
If you don't come pick this stuff up, I'm gonna sell it. You know I will. Probably go buy myself some sandwiches and, I don't know, maybe go get some potato chips, some soft drinks... some macaroni salad. That's what I'll do with the money. I'll go buy macaroni salad. I love macaroni salad.

Peter Stubbe:
How did you get in here?

Adam:
What happened to you?

Peter Stubbe:
Ho... H... How did you get in here?

Adam:
I... You... I... there's a tear and... I... and bullets... and there's just a lot of blood...

Peter Stubbe:
No, how did you get in my house!

Adam:
I... the front door was open! I came in. I don't know why you're asking about that, because, you have bullet wounds. I don't know if you know that. Bullet wounds in your chest! And I just want to know what happened?

Peter Stubbe:
I... I got shot. Uh... three times. And I feel great. Not really.

Peter Stubbe:
Why do these things always happen to me?

Eddie:
I'm sorry. Was that a rhetorical question?

Peter Stubbe:
Why? Do you have an answer?

Eddie:
Yeah. Because you let them.

Peter Stubbe:
I was only trying to help people. And besides, this way, we can just get rid of all this mess and pretend like it never happened.

Adam:
You can't run away from your responsibilities anymore, Peter.

Eddie:
He's not running away from them, he's running towards them. How can he help anyone behind bars? Besides, he doesn't deserve to go to jail. He killed killers, how is that not justice?

Adam:
It's not justice because no crime was committed.

Eddie:
Preventative measures. Place a fence at the top of a cliff rather then building a hospital at the bottom.