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Mills : I've been trying to
figure something in my head.
Maybe you can help me out,
yeah ? When a person is
insane, as you clearly are,
do you know that you're
insane ? Maybe you're just
sitting around, reading
"Guns & Ammo...",
masturbating in your own
feces, do you just stop and
go "Wow, it is amazing how
fucking crazy I really am"?
Yeah ? Do you guys do that ?
John : It's more comfortable
for you to label me insane.
Mills : It's very
comfortable.
John : It's not something I
would expect you to accept
but I did not choose. I was
chosen.
Mills : Whatever.
Somerset : I don't
doubt that you believe that
John but seems to me that you're
overlooking a glaring
contradiction.
John : Meaning what ?
Somerset : Glad you asked. If
you were chosen, that is, by
a higher power, and if your
hand was forced, seems
strange to me you would get
such enjoyment out of it.
You enjoyed torturing those
people. Just doesn't seem in
keeping with martyrdom, does
it ?
Mills : John.
John : I doubt I enjoyed it
any more than Detective
Mills would enjoy time alone
with me in a room without
windows. Isn't that true ?
How happy would it make you
to hurt me with impunity ?
Mills : That hurts my
feelings. I would never -
John : You wouldn't only
because there's
consequences. It's in those
eyes of yours, though.
Nothing wrong with a man
taking pleasure in his work.
I won't deny my own personal
desire to turn each sin
against the sinner.
Mills : Wait a minute. I
thought all you did was
killin’ innocent
people.
John : Innocent ? Is that
supposed to be funny ? An
obese man, a disgusting man
who could barely stand up, a
man if you saw him on the
street, you'd point out to
your friends so they could
join you in mocking him. A
man if you saw him while you
were eating you wouldn't be
able to finish your meal.
And after him, I picked the
lawyer and you both must
have secretly been thanking
me for that one. This is a
man who
dedicated his life to
making money by lying with
every breath that he could
muster to keeping murderers
and rapists
on the
streets !
Mills : Murderers.
John : A woman !
Mills : Murderers, John, like
yourself.
John : A woman so ugly on the
inside that she couldn't
barely go on living if she
couldn't be beautiful on the
outside. A drug dealer, a
drug-dealing pederast,
actually. And let's not
forget the disease-spreading
whore. Only in a world this
shitty could you even try to
say these were innocent
people and
keep
a straight face.
But that's the point. We see
a deadly sin on every street
corner in every home and we
tolerate it. We tolerate it
because it's common, it's ...
it's trivial. We tolerate it
morning, noon, and night.
Well, not anymore. I'm
setting the example and what
I've done is going to be
puzzled over and studied and
followed forever.
Mills : Yep.
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