Come on man. I know Sam, ok? Better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than i do. I mean the guy feels guilty searching the internet for porn.
— See anything?
— Something's got me!
— That was me. Sorry.
— Who's that?
— Who could it be? It's me.
— Are... Are you my conscience?
— Yeah. I'm your conscience. We haven't spoken for a while. How are you?
— Can't complain.
— Good. Now, Dory, I want you to tell me, do you see anything?
People need to live their life with a clear conscience. When you want to walk on a straight path, somehow you get yourself stained with mud. However, as long as we never give up, one day the mud on you will dry up and fall off.
— His eyes, i need his eyes...
— You want to tear out his eyes?
— I want to look into them.
— When were you born, son? Around the time of the Round Table? Hah. Haven't you heard? Conscience is dead.
— No, I haven't heard.
— Well, then, take the fucking wax outta your ears!
— But until we get you back on the soul train, I'll be your conscience. Okay?
— So you're saying you'll be my Jiminy Cricket.
— Shut up. But yeah, you freakin' puppet. That's exactly what I"m saying.
If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
More importantly, he's also a human being a condition which carries two liabilities. A conscience and a short life span.
"Atticus, you must be wrong....”
“How’s that?”
“Well, most folks seem to think they’re right and you’re wrong....”
“They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions,” said Atticus, “but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”
