Tom Fury: Some folks draw lightning to them as a cat sucks in a baby's breath.
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Tom Fury: Some folks draw lightning to them as a cat sucks in a baby's breath.
Charles Halloway: That's no way to save your friend, Jim, stop it! They like that, God, they like tears! Jump about, hoot and holler!
Charles Halloway: Three o'clock. They call it the soul's midnight...
Charles Halloway: Boys, what the hell is going on around here?
Mr. Dark: The truth is, you are lying to me!
Charles Halloway: For God's sake, go home! The man meeting you here isn't your husband!
Charles Halloway: We gotta stop blaming sometime.
Tom Fury: Some folks draw lightning to them as a cat sucks in a baby's breath.
Charles Halloway: Three o'clock. They call it the soul's midnight...
Charles Halloway: That's no way to save your friend, Jim, stop it! They like that, God, they like tears! Jump about, hoot and holler!
Charles Halloway: Boys, what the hell is going on around here?
Mr. Dark: The truth is, you are lying to me!
Charles Halloway: For God's sake, go home! The man meeting you here isn't your husband!
Charles Halloway: We gotta stop blaming sometime.
Will Halloway: If you're a good person, then demons can't harm you, can they? Am I? Am I a good person? Charles Halloway: Well, I wouldn't count on your mother's answer right now, but I think you are.
Charles Halloway: I, uh, have the honor, sir. Mr. Dark: And have had for many years, I do believe. All that time spent living only through other men's lives. Dreaming only other men's dreams. What a waste. Charles Halloway: Sometimes a man can learn more from other men's dreams than he can from his own. Come visit me, sir, if you wish to improve your education. Mr. Dark: I will, and I may improve yours.
Charles Halloway: By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Mr. Dark: Then rang the bells both loud and deep. God is not dead nor doth he sleep. Charles Halloway: The wrong will fail, the right prevail, with peace on Earth, goodwill to men. Mr. Dark: It's a thousand years to Christmas, Mr. Holloway. Charles Halloway: You're wrong. It's here, in this library tonight, and can't be spoiled. Mr. Dark: Did Will and Jim bring it with them on the soles of their shoes? Then, we shall have to scrape them.
Charles Halloway: A father should be able to play baseball with his son. Mrs. Halloway: Baseball's not necessary, not with a heart like yours, he'll forgive you that.
