I'm going to need a pack of jokes and my wits about me today.
Isabella: You will die. It will be awful.
William: Every man dies, not every man really lives.
Isabella: Drink this. It will dull your pain.
William: No. It will numb my wits, and I must have them all. For if I'm senseless or if I wail, then Longshanks will have broken me.