TD: Can I see your hand, please?
J: What is this?
TD: This is chemical burn.
TD: It will hurt more than you have ever been burned and you will have a scar.
J: What are you doing?!
J: (Guided meditation worked for cancer, it could work for this.)
J: (Drifts off into forest scenery.)
TD: Stay with the pain, don't shut this out. Look at your hand. The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes. Like the first monkeys shot into space. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing!
J: (I tried not to think of the words "searing" or "flesh.")
TD: Stop it! This is your pain, this is your burning hand. It’s right here!
J: I’m going to my cave. I’m going to my cave, I’m going to find my power animal.
TD: No! Don’t deal with it the way those dead people do. Come on!
J: I get the point okay please!
TD: No what you’re feeling is premature enlightenment.
J: (Envisions of a ice cave with Marla lying down. Marla's breath convulses Narrator.)
TD: This is the greatest moment of your life, man! And you’re off somewhere missing it.
J: No I’m not!
TD: Shut up. Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God?
J: No, no I don't...
TD: Listen to me. You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you, he never wanted you! In all probability he hates you! This is not the worst thing that can happen...
J: It isn’t…?
TD: We don’t need him!
J: We don't! I agree! I get it!
TD: ♥♥♥♥ damnation man! ♥♥♥♥ redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it!
TD: Listen! You can run water over your hand and make it worse or -- look at me! -- or you can use vinegar and neutralize the burn.
J: Please let me have it! Please!
TD: First you have to give up. First you have to know, not fear, know that some day you’re gonna die.
J: You don’t know how this feels!
TD: It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.
J: (Focuses in and accepts the pain, smoke coming out from the wound.)
TD: (Flicks vinegar cap off, pouring it all over the Narrator's wound.)
J: (Falls to floor.)
TD: Congratulations. You’re one step closer to hitting the bottom.