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DuPont: Wait! Wait! Look at me. I’m alive. I live. I...I breathe. I feel. Now that you know it...can you really take it? Is it really worth the price?
John Preston: I pay it gladly.

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Brandt: Always practising, cleric. I guess that’s why you’re the best.
John Preston: Maybe I’m just better.
Brandt: Something on your mind?
John Preston: Why do you ask?
Brandt: The intuitive arts, Cleric. It’s my job to know what you’re thinking.

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Cop: These animals were defended by women and children. We put them down easily.
Brandt: This isn’t the first time we’ve seen this. Why do they keep these animals? Do they…do they eat them?

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Partridge: You always knew… But I being poor, I’ve only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams. I assume you dream, Preston?

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