← We called the relief, boss. 🔊✎
← If I were just your ordinary standard issue tyrant, you would long ago have had your tongue cut out and your arms and legs stretched on the rack, or you'd just have been thrown in a hole. But you can see something in my eyes that's hesitating, you can see I'd rather talk than call my men. So you keep on needling me, attacking me as much as you can. 🔊✎
← You're there, you're drinking in my words. And if you don't call your guards, it's so that you can hear me out to the end. 🔊✎
← Once, I was there, your father refused to give him a large sum he'd lost at roulette. He went white and raised his fist and called your father a bad word. 🔊✎
← Go on, cook! Call the guards! 🔊✎
← You hear that, Creon? Her too. Who knows, maybe others will do the same if they hear me. What are you waiting for? You need to keep me quiet, why don't you call the guards? 🔊✎