Character: Sam. Page 9

'You're lying.
- What do you mean by "a lot"?
- Enough people have called you a liar.
- People give me different names.
One of them - "liar"?
- You can answer "no", but how can you tell that I lied?
Sometimes I can trust you.
- Can you?
- You can try.

Maybe, I am the son of the devil... And obviously my destiny to destroy the world. I can't let that happen!
- You know, not to say that you were good at anything. So, I think you and this fuck up!

- What have you done?! Did you kill him? Is he dead?
- I don't know, Sam, I'm not a doctor.

- Well, where is the lost soul?
- Sam, I'm not Google!

It's either a first draft of the Declaration of independence, or rough map of Lithuania.

... wait - it's like that waiting for rain in a drought: useless and can only be upset.