Here and now, boys.

All you’re supposed to do is every once in a while give the boys a little tea and sympathy.

Come on up, boys
-I'm dead.

Rather dear, those boys.

Let 'em get in close. Don’t waste ammo. Get your share! Remember, you don't hurt 'em if you don't hit 'em.

Boys will be boys. Boys commit mistakes.

Come on up for the rising. Come on up, lay your hands in mine. Come on up for the rising. Come on up for the rising tonight.

Bring them hither to me.

Some boys walk by and you cry, seeing them. They feel good, they look good, they are good. Oh, they're not above peeing off a bridge, or stealing an occasional dime-store pencil sharpener; it's not that. It's just, you know, seeing them pass, that's how they'll be all their life; they'll get hit, hurt, cut, bruised, and always wonder why, why does it happen? how can it happen to them?

As you can see, we're about to visit our lower level which is--for the most part--full of "Mens" and "Infants".

2216. He that lies down with the Dogs, must rise with the fleas.

Come and take them

Stand up, Chuck, let 'em see ya.

Kneel before him, stand before Kings.