狼嚎再起

Sir John Talbot: I will arise and go to my father and I will say unto him, 'Father I have sinned against heaven and before thee. I am no more worthy to be called thy son'. Lawrence Talbot: Ah. Lo and behold, the progical son returns. I hope you're not expecting a fatted calf. Sir John Talbot: Shall I have my own robe brought to be placed upon your shoulders? Rings for your fingers? Shoes for your feet? Lawrence Talbot: What you should do is pray. But we both know it wouldn't do any good. Sir John Talbot: Are those Singh's silver bullets in my gun? Lawrence Talbot: I'm sorry. Sir John Talbot: You have me at a disadvantage. It makes me happy. Lawrence Talbot: What does? Sir John Talbot: Well, seeing you here like this. My son returned. It is glorious, isn't it? Lawrence Talbot: No, it's hell Sir John Talbot: Hell? No. The beast is the beast. Let it run free.