Rob Cole
[Rob Cole wanders over to a roadside crucifix. Rob puts his fingers into the "gash" in the side of the image of the crucifix, and then when he is shirtless he points to his own chest.]
Have you ever wondered what's inside? In here.
Barber
Flesh, blood, bones. Your soul, if you have one.
Rob Cole
And down here? [pointing to the right side of his abdomen]
Barber
More flesh, more blood.
Rob Cole
So does side-sickness [appendicitis] come from bad blood?
Barber
I don't care if if comes from my ass. Can't cure it, can't charge for it.
Robe Cole
Have you never wondered what's inside? You've never looked?
Barber
I can slice you up after breakfast.
Rob Cole
No, I mean like in dead people.
Barber
Don't you ever talk about that again. Never! Do you know what the Church does to necromancers? Burn them at the stake.
