Evan Drake: Peterson, what the hell is going on?
Norm: Sir, I'm sorry. I- I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you're forcing me to.
Evan Drake: Oh, please, tell me quickly. If I don't sleep, I'll die. And I'm gonna take you with me.
Norm: It's, actually, it's kind of personal. Do you mind, Greyson?
Butler: Sir?
Evan Drake: Whatever. Anything that will get him out of here.
Norm: Sir, to begin with, when I was a little boy, I was very poor.
Evan Drake: Peterson, I'm not going to survive any story that begins with when you were little.
Norm: Oh, right. Sir, I've had this fantasy that's haunted me all my life. At night, when I'm lying in bed, it comes and torments me.
Evan Drake: Oh, I know the feeling.