Lucy: They're selling tickets to your execution, Michael. But they're calling it a promotion.
Two: Do you think I don't doubt? My conscience whispers to me night and day. And sometimes, I listen... but most of the time, I keep my faith in the Village.
11-12: Where is the Village?
Two: Inside. The mind is capable of anything, because everything is in it. All the past, as well as all the future.
Two: Smoking is a kind of... suicide.
Shopkeeper: That's a bit philosophical for a Thursday.
Two: Huh... oh. It would be quite a coincidence, if I was Two, but I am un-Two. So, there is no coincidence.
Two: The world is not a pretty thing when you look at it too close. We fell in love with atrocity. We make pornography and call it news. A daily fix of horror. We think the coming disaster is going to be ecological, that the problem is political, but no. No, the great war is psychological. It's in here--puhkk. We have made ourselves into fat and faded wheezing animals, educated in apathy, amused by cruelty. So, this... we make a new world, something human. And yet, there is a whispering in my ear that tells me I was wrong. and they were right. And the savages-savages-savages had it right all along.
11-12: Don't you know the real Two when he is back amongst us?
Two: Well, I like their enthusiasm. I thought they might knee me in the face and stamp on my brain. Still, perhaps another time.
Two: More Village, means that our way of life is becoming the very consciousness of the universe. I exaggerate of course, but only slightly.
Two: There's something inside Six that refuses to be unlocked. And perhaps the prospect of death will unlock him. Death unlocks us all.
11-12: Does your mother care for you, Six? Mine does. I believe she does.
Six: Only a mother can destroy every ounce of hope in ya.
Six: I'm human. I have a thousand flaws. I break down, I get up, i don't get up. I get lost, I make the same mistakes over and over. I have scars and wounds. Sometimes when I can't bear them anymore, I... I drink. You can't fix me. You can't fix any of us. You can't make us perfect.
Music: Old Master Painter / You Were My Sunshine (Brian Wilson), The Animals Went in Two by Two, I Know There's an Answer (The Beach Boys)