Let me tell you something. Me and you. One on one. No one else around. I will beat your ass like a Cherokee drum.
You're not a Nazi, Jojo. You're a ten-year-old kid who likes dressing up in a funny uniform and wants to be part of a club.
So I gotta make water and grow food on a planet where nothing grows.
Pain robs you of joy, and the capacity to love.
The door of the temple is the key to the world of the dead. You will be able to speak to your son. But no matter what you do, you must not open the door.
You can't stop what's coming. Death always wins.
Alright, Richard, here's what we're going to do. We need a voice exemplar.
You just don't do anything I would do, and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't do. There's a little grey area in there and that's where you operate.
What did you expect, an exploding pen?
The door of the temple is the key to the world of the dead. You will be able to speak to your son. But no matter what you do, you must not open the door.
May the rest of our lives be the best of our lives!