Abraz: Bullshit. Who sent you here, boy? Did that chickenshit asshole Raphael send you, boy?
Chance the Gardener: No. Mr. Thomas Franklin told me I must leave the old man's house. He's dead, you know.
Abraz: Dead, my ass. You tell that asshole, if he got somethin' to tell me, to get his ass down here himself! You got that, boy?
Chance the Gardener: All I've got left is that room upstairs.
Chance the Gardener: I like to watch.
Chance the Gardener: I have no claim. I don't even know what one looks like.
