Paul Edgecomb
John Coffey
William "Wild Bill" Wharton
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Bar-be-QUE! Me and you! Stinky-pinky, Pew-Pew-Pew! Weren't Billy, Jilly, Hilly, or Pa! It was a French-fried Cajun named Delacroix! WOO!
Percy Wetmore
Dialogue
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[Coffey seizes Paul's groin for a few moments, then spews a mysterious insect-like cloud, which dissipates overhead]
Paul: What did you just do to me?
John Coffey: I helped it. Didn't I help it? I just took it back, is all. Awful tired now, boss...dog-tired.
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[The day after Coffey cures Paul's urinary infection, Paul brings him some cornbread]
Paul: It's from my missus. She wanted to...thank you.
John Coffey: Thank me for what?
Paul: Well, you know.
[looks around, then whispers] For helping me.
John Coffey: Helpin' you with what?
Paul: You know.
[gestures surreptitiously to his groin]
John Coffey:
[knowingly] Ohhhh. Was your missus pleased?
Paul: Several times.
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[Percy, staring vacantly, is unresponsive after shooting and killing Wild Bill]
Bill Dodge: Percy. Percy Wetmore. Son, can ya hear me?
Sheriff McGee: Speak up if you can hear us.
Bill Dodge:
[to the bystanders] I think this boy's cheese slid off his cracker.