The Mole: Hold me.
[coughs]
The Mole: There is no hope now, you must get out of here.
Kyle: We can't leave without you!
The Mole: It's okay, I'm done for.
Kyle: No! We can't leave without you! We don't know where the hell we are!
The Mole: Were is your God when you need him, huh? Where is your beautiful, merciful faggot now?
[coughs]
The Mole: Here I come, God. Here I come, you fucking rat.
The Mole: [singing] Now the light, she fades... and darkness settles in... but I will find strength...
Kyle: No, Mole, hang on...
The Mole: [singing] I will find pride within...
Kyle: We'll get you home...
The Mole: [singing] Because although I die...
Kyle: I can't face my mother...
The Mole: [singing] Our freedom will be won...
Kyle: Not alone!
The Mole: [singing] Though I die... La Resistance lives... on... BLECHHHHH!
[dies]
The Mole: [dramatic music starts]
Kyle: [cutting the orchestra off suddenly] SHIT!