brought these for your supper.
sweet, nothing. i gotta get rid of these things. one plant, and i'm invaded by tomatoes. when i was a kid .
yeah well, it's true. it used to be a challenge to grow things. an art. now you put one plant in the ground -- then jump the hell out of the way.
nah, thanks. can't stay. you guys are rushing off to work anyway.
you betcha. we'll bring some more tomatoes -- a new batch will have grown by then.
what are you doing, playing hooky?
i got the arthritis, is what i got.
ah shit, neighbor. goddamn precogs don't miss a beat, do they? can we do this inside? ellie's not home.
i thought i'd buried it all. thirty-five years -- all those minutes and days to bury it. but suddenly you see the man who murdered your daughter walking the streets -- my god it throws you.
god damn the precogs. you know? why couldn't they have been around to save my girl? now they're catching me.
i really shoot the bastard, huh? when?
good.
i don't want to be a part of this world anymore.
so. tell me, paul. do the precogs see everything?