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(to Bob) I told you to get the satellite TV. But you didn't want to listen.
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(to Jeep) Hey. Hood's up on this car. That mean anything to you?
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(to Jeep) You know your mother thought I was crazy. For wanting to buy this place. It's all the way up here, in the middle of nowhere, But I just knew it was something I had to do. I couldn't explain it either. Just like you.
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(to Michael) Alright, Rambo. You got us up here. You mind telling us what we're fighting?
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(to Michael) Now I'm sure you don't want to go spilling blood for no good reason, in front of all these decent people.
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I'm following my own orders now.
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It's starting... There isn’t much time.
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There's a safety switch on the side of your weapon, Push it all the way down. Two clicks. Now when this starts, you hold on tight. Otherwise you're gonna blow your hand off.
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We need to figure out our weapon situation. Hopefully Michael didn't take everything out of the car.
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When God chose your kind as the object of His love, I was the first in all of heaven to bow down before you. My love, my hope for mankind was no less than His. But I have watched you trample that gift. I have watched you kill each other over race and greed... waging war over dust and rubble and the words in old books. And yet, in the midst of all this darkness, I see some people who will not be bowed. I see some people who will not give up, even when they know all hope is lost. Some people, who realize being lost is so close to being found. I see you, Jeep. Fifteen years old, your mother leaves. Your father withdraws from the world and you spend the next five years of your young life helping him find his way home. You love a woman who bears the child of another and you love her with no thought of yourself, even though you know she may never love you the way you love her. You, Jeep... you are the reason I still have faith.
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When I was a little girl, my mother would remind me each night before bed to open up my heart to God, for he was kind, merciful and just. Things changed when my father left a few years later, leaving her to raise me and my brothers in a place on the edge of the Mojave Desert. She never talked of a kind, merciful God again. Instead she spoke of a prophecy. Of a time when all the world would be covered in darkness and the fate of Mankind would be decided. One night I finally got up the courage to ask my mother why God had changed, why he was so mad at his children. "I don't know," she said, tucking the covers around me, "I guess he just got tired of all the bullshit."
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Who would be crazy enough to steal a cop car?
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You got to stop carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, Jeep.