Mickey Gravatski:
Remember when I asked you if you could stop killing? And you said that if the seeds that were buried in darkness were never plant...
James Lemac:
...were never planted, that I might be able to capture the innocence that I never had.
Mickey Gravatski:
Yeah. I wondered, who planted those seeds?
James Lemac:
Hmm
Mickey Gravatski:
She took you down there and left you there, huh?
James Lemac:
Who? What are you talking about?
Mickey Gravatski:
Did you take me down to that cellar to justify what you do?
James Lemac:
Not everything is for your fuckin' benefit, Mick.
Mickey Gravatski:
Right. ya know it just seems like...
James Lemac:
It seems like what? What? What you think I'm killin' my mother?
Mickey Gravatski:
Yeah. It's obvious. I mean in your mind you think you are. But in reality you're killing innocent women.
James Lemac:
Look do me a favor, all right? Remove those eight women from the equation, what do ya got?
Mickey Gravatski:
Wait, how do you remove eight women laying in pools of their own blood, with their eyes taken out?
James Lemac:
Am I beneath compassion?
Mickey Gravatski:
What? What compassion did you have?
James Lemac:
Look I'm just asking you. Just try to remove them from the equation. If you remove them from the equation...
Mickey Gravatski:
It's not an equation! It's not an equation, it's life! It's body identifications. It's funerals. It's families torn apart. It's moms taking sleeping pills, praying to God that when they wake up their daughters are still alive.
James Lemac:
Ya know what's confusing you? You see parts of me in yourself, and that makes me human.
Mickey Gravatski:
You're fuckin' nuts.
James Lemac:
No, I'm not nuts. But you also see yourself in me. The potential we all have.
Mickey Gravatski:
"Potential." Potential is not action, action is what defines us.
James Lemac:
You gotta ask yourself one question. You gotta ask yourself if you still wanna find the human behind the monster. Because if you don't, this whole documentary is a waste. Come on, ya hungry?
Mickey Gravatski:
Sh-yeah, I haven't had an appetite since I met you.
As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead.
The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these marks of pity and compassion had awakened some pleasant dream of a love and affection he had never known; as a strain of gentle music, or the rippling of water in a silent place, or the odour of a flower, or even the mention of a familiar word, will sometimes call up sudden dim remembrances of scenes that never were, in this life; which vanish like a breath; and which some brief memory of a happier existence, long gone by, would seem to have awakened, for no voluntary exertion of the mind can ever recall them.
Oh, why does compassion weaken us?'
It doesn't, really...Somewhere where it all balances out-don't the philosophers have a name for it, the perfect place, the place where the answers live?-if we could go there, you could see it doesn't.It only looks, a little bit, like it does, from here, like an ant at the foot of an oak tree. He doesn't have a clue that it's a tree; it's the beginning of the wall round the world, to him.