...the fog is rising.
Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first -- an attempted suicide.
Crito, I owe a cock to Asclepius; will you remember to pay the debt?
Dieu me pardonnera. C'est son métier. God will forgive me. It's his job.
Don't let it end like this. Tell them I said something.
Drink to me.
Friends applaud, the Comedy is over.
Go away...I'm alright.
Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
I am about to--or I am going to--die; either expression is used.
I still live.
Now comes the mystery.
Show my head to the people, it is worth seeing.
The nourishment is palatable.
They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist---
This is the fourth?
Thomas Jefferson--still surv...
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
What is the answer? In that case, what is the question?
Why yes -- a bulletproof vest.