Clyde: These are tourniquets, so you don't bleed out, 'cause you may be here a while. [points to an IV rig] Saline solution, that should keep us going.[tightens Darby's restraints] Clamps. Nice and secure. Comfortable? You really are shaking. Sure you're all right? [picks up a syringe] You'll love this. Adrenaline. Now this is so you don't pass out. [injects Darby] There you go. How's it feel? Good? Now what we don't want is you swallowing your tongue, so bear with me... [inserts a mouthpiece into Darby's mouth] Good, good. [holds up a box cutter] Now this is for your penis, but we'll get to that later. [holds up a scalpel] Scalpel. This is for your eyelids... in case you insist on fucking shutting them. You see, I know what it feels like to be helpless. Just like when I watched you slaughter my whole family. Oh, you can't fight fate, Right, Darby? Oh! And look, I made this especially for you. [Cranks a full-length mirror into position over Darby, giving him a view of his whole body] You like it? I didn't want you to miss anything. Now you have the best view in the house. You hear that? Your heart is beating so fast. Well, me too. Look. [He points to the mirror, where a photo of Clyde's wife and daughter is taped to the center] Now they get to watch you suffer. They'll be the last thing you ever see... as I cut off every single one of your fucking limbs. See, I wasn't lying when I told you I wanted to keep you out of prison. That was the truth.
Clyde before torturing Darby to death.
