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What is life?

Life is like a big obstacle

put in front of your optical to slow you down

And everytime you think you gotten past it

it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground

What are friends?

Friends are people that you think are your friends

But they really your enemies, with secret identities

and disguises, to hide they true colors

So just when you think you close enough to be brothers

they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin

What is money?

Money is what makes a man act funny

Money is the root of all evil

Money'll make them same friends come back around

swearing that they was always down

What is life?

I'm tired of life

I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins

I'm tired of committing so many sins

Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins

Tired of never having any ends

Heath Andrew Ledger

4. huhtikuuta 1979 - 22. tammikuuta 2008

Sam: Quit playing with me. I wanna know what's going on. How do you know the future? I wanna help you, but I need some fuckin' answers! What happened to your parents? Look, there are things that you have to tell me. I mean, I mean if you were just gonna kill yourself, you'd have done it by now. So why haven't you? Why do you keep coming to me?

Henry: 'Cause you're the only one that can help me. That's why.

Sam: Henry? Henry? I've seen people go through what you're going through. I've helped them come out the other side. If you work with me, I can help you.

Henry: The way you helped your girl? It's Lila, right? I've seen the, uh, scars on her wrists. Did you save her?

Sam: She saved herself.

Henry: Yeah, but you helped, right?

Sam: No. Sometimes suicide is an attempt for attention. With Lila it wasn't. She put three four-inch vertical slits in each wrist. She split both sets of ulnar and radial arteries. By the time I got to her, she'd lost five pints of blood. I just pulled her out of the bathtube, put tourniquets on both arms and called an ambulance.

Henry: Aren't you afraid she's gonna do it again?

Sam: No.

Henry: Why?

Sam: 'Cause she loves me. If she were here, I know she'd say to open your eyes little wider. I know she'd tell you that there's too much beauty to quit.

Henry: She's probably right. Anyway... it's too late.

Sam: Henry? I can't let you leave this time. You gotta stay with me. I gotta take you uptown to meet this-

Henry: Get the fuck outta my way.

Sam: No, you gotta come with me to the-

Henry: Get outta my way all right? Move. Move.

Sam: I can't. I can't let you.

Henry: Let me show you something. I killed my parents. I killed my mother and my father. I'm gonna go to hell. Or maybe I'm already there. I don't know. I'm sorry, Sam. Don't follow me.

"Hey Dean, we need to talk, but you can't lie to me. I know the truth. I know how dead you're inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror… and hate what you see. I'm you. I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you. Like I said... we need to talk. I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it? Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving. I mean after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam. You're nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog. No? What are the things you want? What are the things you dream? I mean your car? That's dad's. Your favourite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought? All there is, is watch out for Sammy! Look out for your little brother, boy! You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, can't you? Clear as a bell. I mean think about it. All he ever did was train you. Boss you around. But Sam. Sam he doted on. Sam he loved. Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn’t care whether you lived or died, why should you?"