The 7-Year Journey : The Walking Dead as Epic Myth

Glenn, 

The Forerunner :

Whoa! Not Dead! 

Come on! Come on! 

Back here! Come on! Come on! 

Nice moves there, Clint Eastwood. 

You The New Sheriff 

come riding in to clean up The  Town? 

Sheriff Rick Grimes :

Not My Intention.

Glenn, The Forerunner :

Yeah, whatever. 

Yeehaw. 

You're still a dumbass.

Glenn. 

You're Welcome. 

Sheriff Rick Grimes :

Rick. 

Thanks.

Oh no. 

The bright side: 

It'll be The Fall that kills us. 

I'm a Glass-Half-Full kind of guy. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

You know what's gonna happen, 

how This is gonna end. 

We're gonna walk out that door together. 

We Kick Shit 

and 

Eat Snakes.

That's Us.

Sasha, 

Spirit of Vengeance :

We can sit this one out. 

They need us here, anyway. 

Rick said to get ready for a fight. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

How'd I die? 

[Sighs] 

Sasha, 

Spirit of Vengance :

We were at The Beach. 

It was Before. 

Mm. You got pulled under... 

and you didn't come back up. 

I was trying to find you, but you were gone. 

And then, 

I started to drown. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

I hate The Beach. 

[Sighs] 

End of The Day in a wet suit? 

It's like you're sandblasting your nutsack every single step you take back to the car. 

[Laughs] 

[Chuckles] 

Luckily, The Seaside ain't on the agenda today. 

Just security and some road to chew. 

All right? 

So, come on.

Let's Go Help Maggie. 

Sasha, 

Spirit of Vengance :

Abraham. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

What?

Sasha,

Spirit of Vengance :

They can use us here. 

[Sighs] 

Just once, we sit one out. 

Someone Else... 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

It should be Us. 

Sasha, Spirit of Vengance :

Maggie's Gotta Take Care of Maggie.

It felt Real. 

It felt Real. 

Like we lost This.

[Sighs] 

And This just started.

[Sighs, sniffles] 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

C'mon. 

Sasha, 

Spirit of Vengance :

Wait.

[Sighs] 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

I like the way you call bullshit.

So let me return The Favour. 

The Next Thing you're gonna tell me is that you'll go and that I can stay. 

Because I know you didn't like hearing yourself just say that, 

"Maggie's Gotta Take Care of Maggie." 

I know those words are gonna choke in your ears a good, long while and you're gonna wanna make up for even thinking that. 

Am I right? 

Sasha, 

Spirit of Female Vengeance :

Yeah. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

We lay our Big Meaties across the chopping block ahead of 

Someone Else's. 

It's always for

Someone Else. 

Both of us know, if we're gonna kick, there sure as Hell better be a point to it. 

So maybe we feel there was a-a point to all of this. 

Alpha to Omega.

Whether it's on 

The Battlefield 

or 

The Beach 

or 

Somewhere Out There Today. 

Maggie -- 

She's carrying The Future. 

Sasha, Spirit of Vengance :

You're Right. 

[Sniffles] 

I knew how This was gonna end. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

C'mon. 

Layin' your ass on the line for Someone Else, 

tearin' it to shreds for 'em -- 

You said it before. 

Oh, my, That is Living. 

[Chuckles] 

Sasha, 

Spirit of Vengance :

You're an idiot. 

Abraham, 

The Father of Nations :

I never said otherwise.

Rick: 

Do you think Sasha did that herself? 

Maggie, 

Mother of The Widow's Son: 

I don't know how, 

but I know she did. 

She gave us a chance. 

Rick :

You did. 

You made The Right Decision to come. 

Maggie :

The Decision was made a long time ago, before any of us knew each other, when we were all strangers who would have just passed each other on the street before The World ended. 

And now we mean everything to each other. 

You were in Trouble. 

You were Trapped. 

Glenn didn't know you, but he helped you. 

He put himself in Danger for you.

And that started it all -- 

From Atlanta, 

to My Daddy's Farm, 

to The Prison, to Here... 

To This Moment Now... 

Not as strangers -- 

as Family... 

Because Glenn chose to be There for you 

That Day a Long Time Ago. 

That was The Decision that changed everything. 

It started with both of you, and it just grew... 

To all of Us... 

To Sacrifice for Each Other... 

To Suffer and Stand, 

To Grieve, to Give, 

to Love, to Live... 

To Fight for Each Other. 

Glenn made The Decision, Rick. 

I was just following his lead.

Rick: 

Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me? 

Glenn, 

The Forerunner : 

Call it foolish, naive hope that if I'm ever that far up Shit Creek, somebody might do the same for me. 

Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you.

Message to the School Shooters: Past, Present and Future

" God’s idea was that, not only are you not doing well, but you’re not doing well because you’ve actually really spent a lot of work figuring out how to not do well. 

This is like creative effort on your part. 

If you want to read about truly malevolent people, you could start with the Columbine killers. 

They left some very interesting diaries behind. 

I would recommend them. 

There’s plenty of serial killers you could read about, and the people who’ve really gone out and done dark things. 

I’ve read more than my fair share of that sort of thing, and I understand it quite well. 

If you really want to have your countenance fall and be wroth, 10 years of brooding on your own catastrophe, sort of alone, and letting your fantasies take shape, and egging them on, allowing them to flourish and, let’s say, take possession of you…

That’s exactly the right way to think about it. 

That will get you somewhere like this. There are more people who are like that than you think, and you’re more like that than you think. "

The Man, The Dude and The Guy

Burn!

In Which Marlon Brando portrays 
The Devil.

The Blue-Eyed Devil.

The Magnificent Blonde Beast.

What is needed here is someone with courage.
Someone who knows he has nothing to lose, and yet is not afraid.

Observe.

You, there! Who gave you that money?
Give it back to me!
Immediately!

You see?

Ingls!
Ingls, when did you get back?
 

The Devil :

Me? I never left.
I've been here all the time.
 

Here? And The Boat?

The Devil :

 Never existed.
 

And The Gold?

The Devil :

 Back in The Bank.

Sure, and I'm still a porter.
It's all the same as before, eh?
 

The Devil :

If I had told you, Jos, to Start a Revolution...
You wouldn't have understood me.
 

To rob a bank, yes, that was possible.
First, you learned to kill in order to defend yourself.

And later you had to kill to defend others.
 

And the rest came by itself.
And you?
What do you get?
 

The Devil :

Nothing.
Salary from the British Admiralty.
A rather modest one.

And England, what is her part in this?
 

The Devil :

Portugal is England's enemy...
and if the English ships were not in the port of Queimada...

The Portuguese would already have returned.
 

And how many English ships are there?

The Devil :

 Don't be too ambitious, Jos.

No, I just asked.

Ramn, Pedro, Andrs, that's enough now.

 You dance in town.

The Devil :

 It might be better if you camped here, Jos.
It would be better.

But they have fought and suffered, and they have won, Ingls.

They have a right to go to The City.

The Devil :

 Well, they'll have plenty of time for that,
All The Time in The World.

Sir William Walker: 

Gentlemen, let me ask you a question. 

Now, my metaphor may seem a trifle impertinent, but I think it's very much to the point. 

Which do you prefer 

- or should I say, which do you find more convenient - 

a wife, or one of these mulatto girls? 

No, no, please don't misunderstand: 

I am talking strictly in terms of Economics. 

What is the cost of the product? 

What does the product yield? 

The product, in this case, being love - 

uh, purely physical love, since sentiments obviously play no part in Economics. 

[general laughter] 

Quite. 

Now, a wife must be provided with a home, with food, with dresses, with medical attention, etc, etc. 

You're obliged to keep her a whole lifetime even when she's grown old and perhaps a trifle unproductive. 

And then, of course, if you have the bad luck to survive her, you have to pay for the funeral! 

[general laughter] 

It's True, isn't it? 

Gentlemen, I know it's amusing, but 

Those are The Facts, 

aren't they? 

Now with a prostitute, on the other hand, it's quite a different matter, isn't it? 

You see, there's no need to lodge her or feed her, certainly no need to dress her or to bury her, thank God. 

She's yours only when you need her, you pay her only for that service, and you pay her by the hour! 

Which, gentlemen, is more important - and more convenient: 

A Slave 

or 

A Paid Worker?

JUDAS WAS PAID

Stinking, lying, black ape!
You filthy thief, you did steal my bags, didn't you?

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :

Well, where are they now?

Jos Dolores :

 I don't know. 

I don't know anymore.
 

 The Devil :

But you did steal them, didn't you?
 

 
Jos Dolores :

Sim.

 The Devil :

It is True, isn't it? 

Jos Dolores :

Yes.

The Devil :
No, it's not True.
You did not steal them.
You gave them to my friend, that's all.
Nobody stole them. 

Do you understand?
 

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :
So, you did not steal them?
Then why did you say you did?
Because I said you did?
Jos Dolores :

Yes, senhor.

The Devil :
Because anything a white man says is right, isn't it?

Jos Dolores :

Yes, senhor.

The Devil :
If I were to say - 

That your mother was a whore...
Would that be True?
 

Is it True?
 

Jos Dolores :

My mother is dead.

The Devil :
But you knew her, didn't you?
 

Jos Dolores :

Sim.

The Devil :
What was she?
Say what she was!
Go on! What was she?
Go on, say what she was!
Say it!

Jos Dolores :

 ...a whore, senhor.

The Devil :
Well, I was mistaken.
I thought you were someone else.
What's your name?

Jos Dolores :

 Jos Dolores.

The Devil :
Here you are, Jos. Forget about it.
It was just a bad joke.
 

The Devil :

Come on. Let's go then!
Well, now I believe we have something
to talk about.