Gareb: [Spawn has woken up from a nightmare and grabs Gareb] Wait it's me, Gareb. Remember me, Gareb. You don't want to kill me, right?
Spawn: Gareb?
Gareb: Yeah. Can I breathe now?
[Spawn puts Gareb down]
Gareb: Another nightmare, huh? I get them pretty bad sometimes, too, remembering when my folks put me in the hospital, said I was you know touched in the head.
Spawn: I thought some downtime will help. Give me a chance to sort things out. Seems like the more I think, the worse the nightmares get, and I can't shut it off.
Gareb: You hungry? I got a good deal on a half loaf of bread, only a week old. Still has some of the plastic wrapped around it.
Spawn: Go away, Gareb.
Gareb: You shouldn't sit down here alone all the time, it ain't healthy.
Spawn: I'm not worried about my health. I've got to figure things out.
Gareb: Maybe you need to quit all of this figuring and go do something. Of course, what do I know, right? I'm just a bum with a half a loaf of moldy bread, and no one to share it with except my buddies Jack Daniels, and Jim Bean.
Cogliostro: [Cogliostro appears from the alleyway] You have a friend there, Spawn. Listen to him.
Spawn: Beat it, old man. I'm in no mood.