When 900 years you reach, look as good, you will not!
Are you listening to me? Do you even care? You just stand there with your 22-year-old skin and your tits like rocks and laugh, and…
“Sweet!” What about mine?
So once again, Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine.
Well, you get what you’re contracted for like everybody else.
No no no, I went the other road. Six figures, doing business with leadpipe cruelty, mercenary sensibility. You know… sports, sex, no real relationships with anyone. How about you, how have the years been treating you?
It’s a dog-eat-dog world Sammy, and I’m wearing Milk Bone underwear.
If the milk turns sour, I ain’t the kind of pussy to drink it.
I’m definitely not wearing my underwear.
Film at 11.
John! The TV said you were on Mars.
So I lied - picket me.
I want the truth!
(yeah kinda obvious)
I let God worry about the truth. I just want to know the momentary fact about things. Life isn’t good, or bad, or true. It’s merely factual, it’s sensual, it’s alive. My idea of living sensual facts are you, a home, a country, a world, a universe. In that order. I want to know what I am, not what I should be.
You don’t know how lucky you are being a monkey. Because consciousness is a terrible curse. I think. I feel. I suffer. And all I ask in return is the opportunity to do my work. And they won’t allow it… because I raise issues.
Have you ever seen a grown man naked?
I want a divorce.
Use the force Luke
Shit yeah. I got my technique down and everything, I don’t be ticklin’ or nothin’.
You are using Bonetti’s Defense against me, eh?