Redding: Poet told me what you done. I came to thank you and welcome you back into the fold.
Hill: I accept your thanks, but I don't wanna be back in ... I don't wanna sell drugs.
Redding: Your choice, I can respect that.
Hill: Respect? I killed a man today. I caused his death to happen. Even though Allah, was gonna hurt you, even though the mother-fucker screwed me to this chair ... I don't feel good about what I done.
Redding: Well then Augustus, I raised you right.