does anybody have beckers speech that he gives right after killing ace?
He says something like i have no father i am my own father, ect ect ect.
You will all taste oblivion... Which tastes like Red Bull.... Which is disgusting!
<a href="http://www.eberkain.com/quotes.html"; target="_blank">This site says Becker says:
"Down, Down to hell,
and say that I sent you there."
"I came into this world with my legs forward, and a woman cried, 'he was born with teeth'.
I have no father : I am like no father,
I have no brother : I am like no brother,
in this word 'love' which old farts call divine,
be resident in people like you *beep* but not in me.
I am my *beep* self, alone."
He's semi-quoting from Shakespeare's third part of King Henry VI, the following quotes are from the character of Richard III, the Duke of Gloucester, while he's killing the title character.
From <a href="http://shakespeare.mit.edu/3henryvi/3henryvi.5.6.html"; target="_blank">http://shakespeare.mit.edu/3henryvi/3henryvi.5.6.html</a>;
"If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:"
"I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, 'tis true that Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say
<b>I came into the world with my legs forward:</b>
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin that usurp'd our right?
The midwife wonder'd <b>and the women cried
'O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!'</b>
And so I was; which plainly signified
That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it.
<b>I have no brother, I am like no brother;
And this word 'love,' which graybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another
And not in me: I am myself alone.</b>
Clarence, beware; thou keep'st me from the light:
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
For I will buz abroad such prophecies
That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I'll be thy death.
King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
Counting myself but bad till I be best.
I'll throw thy body in another room
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom."
thanks
You will all taste oblivion... Which tastes like Red Bull.... Which is disgusting!