Charles Halloway: [quoting Shakespeare] By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Mr. Dark: Then rang the bells both loud and deep. God is not dead nor doth he sleep. Tom Fury: Some folks draw lightning to them as a cat to baby's breath! Charles Halloway: [to Mr. Dark] Where do you come from? The dust. Where do you go to? The grave. Charles Halloway: I, uh, have the honor, sir. Mr. Dark: And have had for many years, I do believe. All those years living only other men's lives. Dreaming only other men's dreams. What a waste. Charles Halloway: Sometimes a man can learn more form other men's dreams than he can from his own. Come visit me, sir, if you wish to improve your education. Mr. Dark: I will, and I may improve yours. Mr. Dark: [Clenching fists until his hands bleed] The truth is, you are lying to me!