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You be sweet to them, especially your wife. My husband wasn’t sweet to me. Look how I turned out.
Walt – All that work I did at the end of our marriage, making dinners, cleaning up, being more attentive. It never was going to make a difference, was it? You were leaving no matter what… Joan – You never made a dinner. Walt – I made burgers that time you had pneumonia.
My name is Dalton Russell.
I am a teacher and a leader. You just never let me be that. But now, I am… I know who I am.
It is as if nothing is happening in the here and now, but recalled through some medium that imposes a somnambulist slowness on everything: the look and sound of dead men walking.
But, Mrs. Mulwray, I goddamn near lost my nose. And I like it. I like breathing through it. And I still think you’re hiding something.
But the life of Tony and his mother, they’re the lives of real people. I’m not… I’m not making that up. Why are they more real than me? They’re not more real than you. Am I more real than you? No. I think we’re all equal in that I think we’re all as real as each other.
In between these atmospheric moments, something coheres in your head, a nightmarish thought. Is this our future?
Can God forgive us?
Doesn’t that kind of bother you; that you need something bad to happen, to profit from it?
I guess you’ve noticed something a little strange with Dad. It’s okay though. I’m still Dad.
I know it was you Fredo.
#SmallAxe
…so we are your family now…
Right now, every day, is full of happiness.
Killing a priest on a Sunday, that’ll be a good one.
I’ll be right here.
…so we are your family now…
You’re taught your entire life that what you do matters and that you’re special. And that, there are things you can point towards that would.. which’ll show that you’re special, that show you’re different, when, in all reality, those things.. don’t matter. And you’re not special.