“Did you bring me a hamburger? Did I-No,Myrnin,I didn't bring you a hamburger.Bizarre.He'd never asked for that before.Coffee?It's late.Doughnuts?No.What good are you then?”
“Since when did you bring a gun?" Navidson asks, crouching near the door."Are you kidding me? This place is scary.”
“If you weren't going to tell me, why did you bring me down here? So I could watch you die?""No, sweetie. Just the opposite." He rolled his head to face her. "I asked you to come so I could watch you live.”
“Were you already here?" he asked."Yeah.""Didn't you just bring her home from work two hours ago?""Yeah."Tripp chuckled and shook his head. "Did you even leave?""No.”
“If you have to ask if you’ve done enough, you haven’t. Each day brings with it the opportunity to do more than you did yesterday.”
“So you tell me... did this execution really make you feel safer? Did it bring us all closer together? Or did it drive us further apart?”