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: He just escaped from a maximum security prison. Fry
: Should he just stay locked up forever? Johns
: That would be my choice. Fry
: Is he really that dangerous? Johns
: Only around humans.
: You're not a cop, are you? Johns
: Never said I was. Fry
: No, you didn't. You never said you were a hype, either. Johns
: You have a little caffeine in the morning; I have a little morphine. So what? Fry
: [looking at shotgun shells with morphine in them, sees all have two vials inside the shell
] Here, you got two mornings everyday. Wow, you're just born lucky.
: You're fucking with me, I know you are. Riddick
: You know I am? You don't know anything about me. I will leave you here.
: [trying to help Riddick get back to the skiff
] I said I'd die for them, not you. Come on!
William J. Johns
: Why don't you just shut up and let me figure out a plan that doesn't involve mass suicide!
[neither Johns nor Fry says anything for a minute
: I'm waiting.
: You're dancing on razor blades here.
: How much do you weigh, Johns? William J. Johns
: What's it matter, Carolyn? Carolyn Fry
: How much? William J. Johns
: Around 79 kilos, to be exact. Carolyn Fry
: 'Cause you're 79 kilos of gutless white meat, and that's why you can't think of a better plan.
: [Fry is fighting with Riddick, who wants to leave Jack and Imam behind
] Would die for them? Fry
: I would try for them! Riddick
: You didn't answer me. Fry
: Yes, Riddick. I would. I would die for them. Riddick
: [pulling off goggles
] How interesting.
: [Fry is looking for Zeke's body based on Riddick's claim that he had nothing to do with his demise
] Let me tell you what I think happened. I think he went off on the guy and buried him in the hill somewhere, and now he's got you believing there's something else out there. Fry
: Well, let's just be sure. Johns
: Murders aside, Riddick belongs in the asshole hall of fame. He loves to jaw-jack and he loves to make you feel afraid because that's all he has, and you're playing right into it. Fry
: I don't know why I'm trying to explain this to you, Johns. You're a cop. For God's sake, we couldn't find his body. Johns
: Look, being ballsy with your life doesn't change what came before. It's just stupid. Fry
: What? You think I'm trying to prove something? Johns
: Well, are you?
: [the plan to go for the escape vehicle has turned into a debacle
] Can we just go back to the ship? Johns
: I don't know, Carolyn. Nice breeze; wide-open space. I'm startin' to enjoy my fucking self out here. Fry
: What? Are you high again? Just listen to yourself, Johns. Johns
: No, no. You're right, Carolyn. What's to be afraid of? My life's just a steaming pile of meaningless shit anyhow. So I say mush on. The canyon's only a couple of hundred meters, and after that it's skiff city, so why don't you butch up, stuff a cork in this fucking kid, and let's go.