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.
John Preston: I'll do what I can to see they go easy on you.
Partridge: We both know they never "go easy".
John Preston: Then, I'm sorry.
Partridge: No, you're not. You don't even know the meaning. Its just a vestigial word for a feeling you've never felt.
DuPont: Be careful Preston. You're treading on my dreams.
[last lines]
DuPont: Wait! Wait! Look at me. Look at me. I'm life. I live... I, 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 pay it gladly.
John Preston: There's no war. No murder.
Partridge: What is it you think we do?
John Preston: No. You've been with me, you've seen how it can be - the jealousy, rage.
Partridge: A heavy cost. I pay it gladly.
[Reaches for his gun]
Polygraph Technician: This is a control question, a riddle really. How would you say would be the easiest way to take a weapon away from a Grammaton Cleric?
Brandt: [speaks into Preston's ear] You ask him for it.
DuPont: You really should learn to knock.
Brandt: Always practicing, Cleric. Maybe that's why you're the best.
John Preston: Maybe I'm just better.
John Preston: When we return from the Nether it always reminds me of why we do what we do.
Partridge: It does?
John Preston: [pauses; He takes notice of Partridge's intonation] I beg your pardon?
Partridge: [Withdraws Prozium-administering device from his pocket and injects himself with it] It does.
Brandt: I'm not feeling! He is the one who's feeling!
Father: Mankind united with infinitely greater purpose in pursuit of war than he ever did in pursuit of peace.
Jurgen: Will you do it?
John Preston: Yes.
Jurgen: Can you?
John Preston: I don't know.
Brandt: You clean, we'll sweep.
Brandt: Mind the uniform Cleric.
[unsheathes a katana]
Brandt: I plan to be wearing it for a long time.
Robbie Preston: [Mutes TV] John?
John Preston: Yes?
Robbie Preston: I saw Robbie Taylor crying today. He didn't know, but I saw. Do you think I should report him?
John Preston: Unquestionably.
John Preston: You're an offender!
Reading Room Proprietor: I'm not!
John Preston: No? Then why are you so scared of me?
