Stephan Gold: Truth is a luxury, Rachel.
Young David: What is it?
Young Rachel: It doesn't have a name.
Young Stephan: Shit.
Young David: Now it does.
Stephan Gold: I thought I'd been punished already.
Rachel Singer: God doesn't plant car bombs.
Young David: This isn't medicine. This is sickness. This is disease.
Young David: Nobody's ever going to find him again.
