Enzo:
Sometimes my life seems like it has been so long and so short at the same time. I feel as if I've lived for an eternity.
Denny:
[enters the house]
Yo, Enz?
Enzo:
And yet it's as if no time has passed at all.
Denny:
[notices Enzo lying on the floor]
Enzo?
Enzo:
I hear the worry in his voice.
Denny:
What happened pal? Oh, Enz.
Enzo:
I can smell the day on him. Motor oil and gasoline and roast chicken.
Denny:
Can you get up, bud?
Enzo:
I saw a documentary about Mongolia on TV once.
Denny:
[steps over Enzo and bends to rub hin]
Oh... Okay.
Enzo:
In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills, so people cannot walk on his grave.
Denny:
[Rubbing him]
I'm here buddy, I'm right here.
Enzo:
His master whispers into the dog's ears his wishes that in his next life the dog will return as a man. Not all dogs return as men they say. Only those who are ready.
Denny:
Let's get you up
[picks Enzo up]
Enzo:
I am ready. I know death is not the end. Eve told me so. And I believe her. When I return to this world, I will practically be an adult the moment I am plucked from the womb with all the preparation I have done.
Denny:
[lays down on the sofa with Enzo]
there he is.
Enzo:
I will walk among my fellow men, lick my lips with my small dexterous tongue and shake hands with a firm grasp.
Denny:
[rubbing his head]
There's my Enzo.
Enzo:
And I will teach people all that I know. All that I have learned.
Denny:
[puts on tv]
you okay now?
Enzo:
I'm fine Denny. I am.
Denny:
You've always been with me. You've always been my Enzo. First time I saw you, I knew we were supposed to be together. I love you boy.
