Nathaniel Fisher (deceased): You aren’t even grateful, are you?
David Fisher: Grateful? For the worst fucking experience of my life?
Nathaniel Fisher: You hang on to your pain like it means something, like it's worth something. Well let me tell you, it's not worth shit. Let it go. Infinite possibilities and all he can do is whine.
David Fisher: Well, what am I supposed to do?
Nathaniel Fisher: What do you think? You can do anything, you lucky bastard, you're alive! What's a little pain compared to that?
David Fisher: It can't be so simple.
Nathaniel Fisher: What if it is?
Sete Palmos de Terra (ou como eu esbarrei neste diálogo por duas vezes no mesmo mês)
