Look, what is it that you require of us?
Thank you, Vishnu, for introducing me to Christ.
That’s a switch from the fags you’re usually stuck with!
Quite a loony selection from a group of drunken reprobates.
I know you are, but what am I?
I know who you are. You’re Teddy Duchamp. Your dad’s a looney. A looney up in the nuthouse in Togus. He took your ear and he put it to a stove and burnt it off.
All I remember is: He was standing over me, laughing. With those burning red eyes. And that high, squeaky voice. He disappeared into Toontown after that.
Do you know what I thought when this first came up?
Do I look like I give a damn?
I sometimes catch myself looking up at the Moon, remembering the changes of fortune in our long voyage, thinking of the thousands of people who worked to bring the three of us home. I look up at the Moon, and wonder when will we be going back and who will that be.
A new life awaits you in the off-world colonies. A chance to begin again in a golden land of opportunity and adventure.
Wesa going home!!!
(Sorry for the Jar Jar quote.)
Into the garbage chute, wise guy.
Nobody’s perfect.
I am.
What?
Yeah, you don’t know what is like when you try, and you try, and you try, and you try, and you don’t ever get there! Because you were born perfect and I was born like this, and you’re perfect!
He’ll keep calling me, he’ll keep calling me until I come over. He’ll make me feel guilty. This is uh… This is ridiculous, ok I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go. What - I’LL GO. Shit.
Some men get the world. Others get ex-hookers and a trip to Arizona.
You’re still here? It’s over. Go home. Go!