Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free.
No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man, and what he meant to me.[last lines]
Is that what you really think, or is that what they’d want you to think?[Evey Hammond: I must have been out of my mind.]
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
He was Edmond Dantes, and he was my father and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us.[Eric Finch: Who was he?]