I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?
- They're fireflies. Fireflies that, uh... got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing.
- Oh, gee. I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away.
Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?