But we don’t reckon time the same way, do we, Clarice? This is all the time you’ll ever have.
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And what is time travel but your pathetic attempt to try to control the world around you?
With a ring like that I could…dare I say it…rule the world!
Now I control all the oceans! The waves obey my every whim.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go on an overnight drunk, and in 10 days I’m going to set out to find the shark that ate my friend and destroy it. Anyone who wants to tag along is more than welcome.
Well, I guess I’d better not sit too close to anybody because I have a bit of a cold. Now I guess I’ll go in and piss on the fish.
Why don’t you knock it off with them neg-a-tive waves? Why don’t you dig how beautiful it is out here? Why don’t you say something righteous and hopeful for a change?
What’s the meaning of goodness if there isn’t a little badness to overcome?
You’re messing with my Zen thing, man.
Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you’ll understand. Sometimes when I’m driving… on the road at night… I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The… flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.
Terrific, a six demon bag, sensational. What’s in it, Egg?
Tannis, anyone?
Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much.
Somethin’ hasn’t happened yet - a click in my head. Yes sir, the click in my head that makes me feel peaceful. It’s like a switch, clickin’ off in my head. Turns the hot light off and the cool one on, and all of a sudden there’s peace. That is the truth. Yes sir, I am an alcoholic. So if you’d just excuse me…now I’m waitin’ for that click and I don’t get it.
They got this guy, in Germany. Fritz Something-or-other. Or is it? Maybe it’s Werner. Anyway, he’s got this theory, you wanna test something, you know, scientifically - how the planets go round the sun, what sunspots are made of, why the water comes out of the tap - well, you gotta look at it. But sometimes you look at it, your looking changes it. Ya can’t know the reality of what happened, or what would’ve happened if you hadn’t-a stuck in your own goddamn schnozz. So there is no “what happened”? Not in any sense that we can grasp, with our puny minds. Because our minds… our minds get in the way. Looking at something changes it. They call it the “Uncertainty Principle”. Sure, it sounds screwy, but even Einstein says the guy’s on to something.
You know, I have the power of mind over matter. But you have no mind, so it doesn’t seem to matter.
That’s real good psychology. Why don’t you say something bad about my mother?
You don’t have a cousin Patty!
You can’t handle the truth!