The Man: I told the boy when you dream about bad things happening, it means you're still fighting and you're still alive. It's when you start to dream about good things that you should start to worry.
The gang Member: You ain't gonna shoot that thing. You ain't got but two shells. Maybe one. And they'll hear the shot.
The Man: Maybe. But you won't. Because that bullet will be through your head and in your brain before you can hear it. To hear it, you'll need a frontal lobe, and things with names like "colliculus" and "temporal gyrus." And you won't have 'em anymore, because they'll just be soup.
The gang Member: You a doctor?
The Man: I'm not anything.
The Man: All I know is that the boy was my charge. And if he was not the word of God. Then God never spoke.
The Man: If I were God, I would have made the world just so and no different. And so I have you... I have you.
Wife: My heart was ripped out of me the night he was born.
The Boy: It's bubbly.
The Man: Listen, we have to talk. That man back there... There's not many good guys left, that's all. We have to watch out for the bad guys. We have to just... keep carrying the fire.
The Boy: What fire?
The Man: The fire inside you.
The Boy: Are we still the good guys?
The Man: Yes, we're still the good guys. Of course we are.
The Boy: And we always will be? No matter what happens?
The Man: Always will.