Thomas Wake: Why'd ya spill yer beans?
Thomas Wake: How long have we been on this rock? Five weeks? Two Days? Help me to recollect.
Thomas Wake: Tell me, what's a timberman want with being a wicky?
Ephraim Winslow: Just looking to earn a living just like any man. Start anew.
Thomas Wake: On the run.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Thomas Wake: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What.
Ephraim Winslow: What made your last keeper leave?
Thomas Wake: He believed that there was some enchantment in the light. Went mad, he did.
Ephraim Winslow: Tall tales.
Thomas Wake: What?