Ben: You OK, sir?
Pruitt: No, I’m dying.
Ben: Sir, you can’t…
Pruitt: I got to name it Warren. I got to say it, and I need you not to pretend it’s not true.
Ben: OK.
Pruitt: It’s not something we say out loud in our culture. We don’t say it out loud, we don’t own. We pretend that death is this quiet lurking shadow, and it’s not; it’s a big lie. It’s loud and obnoxious and it comes at guns blazing, and I don’t understand why we can’t just name it, call it what it is.
Ben: Chad.
Pruitt: What?
Ben: When I was a kid, there was this neighbor, you know, Chad. He was loud and obnoxious, mean, intentionally hurtful. If I was going to give death a name, it would be Chad.
Pruitt: To hell with you Chad.
Ben: To hell with Chad.