People live to save themselves, yeah... That's right...
— Wait. Where are you going? The exit's over there.
— Well, I have to save my ass.
We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their goodness. But mostly we honor heroes because at one point or another, we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn’t come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves.
— Marvin, you saved our lives.
— I know. Wretched, isn't it?
— You don't know how many times I've saved your life.
— If I ever become king I'll have you made you court jester.
— How could feces like you ever save people?
— Well... I could indirectly, as fertilizer.
— So this is it. We're gonna die.
— Yeah, we're gonna die. No, no, what's this?
— What's that? What's this?
— What's this? This is nothing. Yeah, we're gonna die.
— You know, there are days <...> that I really wish I'd let you take that bullet in France.
— Believe me, there are nights I wish you had.