Quotes:Your brother, Harry Bailey, broke through the ice and died at the age of nine.
Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no notice.
David Mills: Wait, I thought all you did was kill innocent people.
John Doe: Innocent? Is that supposed to be funny? An obese man... a disgusting man who could barely stand up; a man who if you saw him on the street, you'd point him out to your friends so that they could join you in mocking him; a man, who if you saw him while you were eating, you wouldn't be able to finish your meal. After him, I picked the lawyer and I know you both must have been secretly 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!
David Mills: Murderers?
John Doe: A woman...
David Mills: Murderers, John, like yourself?
John Doe: [interrupts] A woman... so ugly on the inside she couldn't bear to 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 trivial. We tolerate it morning, noon, and night. Well, not anymore. I'm setting the example. What I've done is going to be puzzled over and studied and followed... forever.
The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch, up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you.
The day I died was the day I started to live. [nope couldn't get much more cliched...]
My father died when I was thirteen and I inherited this money. Did you ever think that everyday I wake up, that I wish I could give it back, that I would give it back in a second, if it meant I could have one more day with him? But I can't. And that's my life and I deal with it.
I guess, something inside of me died, when I realized that you'd hired a goon to kill me.
I am smoking cigarettes and some of my friends have died of them, but I am not downing a quart of Scotch in fifteen minutes.
He just hung around like a scarecrow until he died. But like they say: even a scarecrow keeps away the sparrows.
I feel like we've died and gone to heaven... only we had to climb up.
Dinosaurs ruled our planet for millions of years and yet they died out almost over night
He died a fitting end for the garbage he was.
I'm about the most miserablest person that ever died!
We've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Now, assuming this isn't a computer error, what do we assume? [good question]
That day my life was torn apart... the day that the two most important people in my life tragically died.
Drew, I know your dog died, but get a grip, man, you're freaking me out!
But how can this be? I died didn't I and now you have brought me back to life... who's body is this?
That boy is crippled for life. And that man on the train, he died for a principle. A man killed for a principle. One of them is wrong, but which one?
Christophe, I need you to remember what happened before you died. [err isn't there a slight problem with the possibility of that sentence being true?]
It's been in the family for years. My father always used it... until he died.
Killing yourself won't bring your dad back - I'm sorry that he died, but that was a long time ago.
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