Irene: Don’t touch me!
I don’t even know who you are.
Vincent: I’m the same as I was yesterday.
Irene: No more lies, Jerome.
Vincent: My name is Vincent Anton Freeman.
I’m a faith birth or a de-gene-erate or whatever. But I’m not a murderer.
Irene: You’re a God-child?
Vincent: We do have one thing in common.
Only I don’t have 20-30 years left in mine. It’s 10,000 beats overdue.
Irene: It’s not possible.
Vincent: You know what isn’t possible.
Don’t you, Irene?
They’ve got you looking so hard for any flaw, that that’s all you see.
For whatever it’s worth, I’m here to tell you that it is possible.
It is possible.
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