— You don't know me.
— Alas, I know you better than you know yourself.
— Please. You can handle it.
— Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it.
— Not as hard as the other mystery you've presented me. Why haven't I killed him?
— If it makes you feel any better, it wasn't for lack of effort. Let's just say we bury the hatchet.
— Yes. But why not in your skull?
— I know what I'm fighting for... my family. What are you fighting for?
— Myself. That's plenty of motivation, I can assure you.
Vengeance isn't the thing that's gonna make you feel better.
— But we can't let Henry wander around alone with that witch and her flying monkeys out there.
— Well, especially since one of those flying monkeys could turn out to be his father.