John Locke

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                         The man's enlarged my mind.  He's
                         a poet-warrior in a classic sense.
                         I mean, sometimes he'll-well, you
                         say hello to him, right?  And he'll
                         just walk right by you and he won't
                         even notice you.  And then suddenly
                         he'll grab you and he'll throw you
                         in a corner and he'll say "Do you
                         know that the 'if' is the middle
                         word in 'life'?  If you can keep
                         your head when all about you are
                         losing theirs and blaming it on
                         you.  If you can trust yourself
                         when all men doubt you." I'm a
                         little man, I'm a little man.
                         He's a great man.
                              (a beat)
                         "I should have been a pair of ragged
                         claws scuttling across floors of
                         silent seas."

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                         He can be terrible, and he can be
                         mean, and he can be right.  He's
                         fighting the war.  He's a great
                         man.  I mean, I wish I had words
                         you know?  I wish I had words.  I
                         could tell you something like, the
                         other day he wanted to kill me.

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                         The heads.  You're looking at the
                         heads.  Sometimes he goes too far,
                         and he's the first one to admit
                         it.
                        Wrong!  Wrong!  If you could have
                         heard the man just two days ago,
                         if you could've heard him then.
                         God.  You were gonna call him crazy?
                         He feels comfortable with his
                         people.  He forgets himself with
                         his people.  He forgets himself.

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                         Why?  Why would a nice guy like
                         you want to kill a genius?  Feeling
                         pretty good, huh?  Why?  Do you
                         know that the man really likes
                         you?

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                        There's something happening out
                         here, man.  You know something,
                         man?  I know something you that
                         you don't know.  That's right,
                         Jack . The man is clear in his
                         mind, but his soul is mad.  Oh,
                         yeah.  He's dying, I think.  He
                         hates all this.  He hates it!  But
                         the man's a...He reads poetry out
                         loud, all right?  And a voice...he
                         likes you 'cause you're still alive.
                         He's got plans for you.  No, I'm
                         not gonna help you.  You're gonna
                         help him, man.  You're gonna help
                         him.  I mean, what are they gonna
                         sat when he's gone?  'Cause he
                         dies when it dies, when it dies,
                         he dies!  What are they gonna say
                         about him?  He was a kind man?  He
                         was a wise man?  He has plans?  He
                         has wisdom?  Bullshit, man!  Am I
                         gonna be the one that's gonna set
                         them straight?  Look at me!  Wrong!

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