“And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?”

“I suppose you could pass for a starlet. You do have that femme fatale air about you. Like you crush boys’ dreams in your spare time.”

“What do you want to do, get yourself killed before you are thirty? You'd better get some sense while a few of us are left alive.”

“Suppose you were the last one left? Suppose you did that to yourself?”

“You can sleep now, you said. You can sleep now. You said that.
I had a dream where you said that. Thanks for saying that.
You weren't supposed to.”

“This is where dreams—dreams, do you understand—come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.”

“If you even dream of beating me, you'd better wake up and apologize.”

“You'll find, my friend, that what you love will take you places you never dreamed you'd go.”

“I mucked about with his hair. His shoes
were where he left them. His shoes are where he
left them.”

“When you’re only doing it for one play and you’re just not where you’re supposed to be, and freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, boy are you going to clean somebody’s clock for that one play.”