The Green Mile1999

Paul:
John, tell me what you want me to do. You want me to take you out of here? Just let you run away, see how far you could get?

John Coffey:
[scornful] Why would you do such a foolish thing?

Paul:
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I...did I kill one of his true miracles - what am I gonna say? That it was my job? [disgustedly] It was my job.

John Coffey:
You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. [puts his hand on Edgecombe's wrung ones] I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you. But you oughta quit on it now. I want it over and done with, I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with, to tell me where we's going to or coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world every day. There's too much of it - it's like pieces of glass in my head, all the time. Can you understand?

Paul:
Yes, John, I think I can.