Chandler Jarrell: I don't know, maybe he cut himself shaving and bled to death looking for a kleenex.
Chandler Jarrell: Only a man whose heart is pure can wield the knife, and only a man whose ass is narrow can get down these steps. And if mine's is such an ass, then I shall have it.
The Old Man: Keep your thought as pure as the water.
Chandler Jarrell: Hey, this water ain't really that pure.
The Old Man: Un-heh, neither are you.
Chandler Jarrell: Ha! I got the knife! Now turn on the goddamn lights.
Chandler Jarrell: Tell me about the Golden Child.
Kala: Every thousand generations, a perfect child is born, a Golden Child. He has come to rescue us.
Chandler Jarrell: Rescue us from what?
Kala: From ourselves.
Chandler Jarrell: Ah.
Kala: He is the bringer of compassion. If he dies, compassion will die with him.
Chandler Jarrell: So, if something happens to the kid, the whole world goes to hell?
Kala: The world will become hell.