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Charles Bronson: I admire your notion of fair odds, mister.
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Father: Do you want to know what your father thinks about sin?
Father: There is only one sin, and that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. Do you understand that?
Amir: No, Baba jan.
Father: When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wifes right to her husband, his childrens right to a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someones right to a truth. There is no act more wretched than stealing. Do you see?
Amir: Yes, Baba.
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Rahim Khan: Is the America infused you with optimism? There is such thing as Gods wit.
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Director of Orphanage: Yes, Im here to protect them, and you, brother? You come here to rescue a boy, take him back to America, and give him a good life. It must seem heroic, huh? But what of the other two hundred children? Youll never see them again. Youll never here them howling in the night. I spent my life saving on this orphanage. Everything I owned or inherited I sold to run this godforsaken place. You think I dont have family in Pakistan or Iran? I could have run like everyone else. If I deny him one child, he takes ten. So, I let him take one, and leave the judging to Allah.
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Assef: What do you know about Afghanistan? You werent here when the Communist shot our mullahs and pissed in our mosques. This country was like a beautiful mansion littered with garbage. We took out the garbage. We brought law. We brought justice.
Amir: Ive seen your laws and your justice. And Im taking the boy home with me.
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Hassan: For you, a thousand times over.
 
 
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