Confess!

 

Number Two: I'm sad, Number Six. I thought you were beginning to...

Number Six: Give in?

Number Two: Be happy. Everything you want is here.

Number Six: Everything's elsewhere.

 

Bare skin is old news

Number Six: Who are you?

Number Two: The new Number Two.

Number Six: Who is Number One?

Number Two: You are Number Six.

Number Six: I am not a number! I am a free man!

 

Labour Exchange Manager: "Gave up sugar four years and three months ago on medical advice." That shows you're afraid.

Photographer: Smile!

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Number Two: What were you looking at?

Number Six: A light.

Number Two: A star.

Number Six: A boat.

Number Two: An insect.

Number Six: A plane.

Number Two: A flying fish.

You have a paralysis of your third nerve

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Number Two's Assistant: There are methods we haven't used yet, of course.

Number Two: I want him with a whole heart, body and soul.

Number Two's Assistant: He'll crack.

Number Two: Perhaps--one tiny piece at a time. I don't want a man of fragments. Fascinating.

Number Two's Assistant: He doesn't even bend a little.

Number Two: That's why he'll break. He only needs one small thing. If he will answer one simple question, the rest will follow: why did he resign?