...What the hell are you doing? You're trying to push that with your finger. You can't...

[Sam is crouched on the subway station-floor, attempting to push a bottlecap with his finger. The Subway Ghost is laughing at him] Subway Ghost: ...What the hell are you doing? You're trying to push that with your finger. You can't push it with your finger! You're dead! It's all in your mind. The problem with you is that you still think you're real. You think you're wearing those clothes? You think you're crouched on that floor? Bullshit! You ain't got a body no more, son! [Taps his forehead] Subway Ghost: It's all up here now! You want to move something, you got to move it with your mind! You got to focus, you hear what I'm sayin'? Sam Wheat: How? How do you focus? Subway Ghost: I don't know *how* you focus! You just focus! [the Subway Ghost kneels and flicks away the bottlecap as if it were a marble] Sam Wheat: How did you do that? Subway Ghost: You take all your emotions! All your pain, all your love, all your passion, all your rage! Just push it all the way down into the pit of your stomach! And then let it explode, like a reactor! Pow! [the Subway Ghost kicks a soda can across the floor]