Candyman Be my victim. Be my victim. Candyman Why do you want to live? If you had learned just a little from me, you would not beg to live. I am rumor. It is a blessed condition, believe me. To be whispered about at street corners. To live in other people's dreams, but not to have to be. Do you understand? Candyman Your death will be a tale to frighten children, to make lovers cling closer in their rapture. Come with me, and be immortal.