I was an only child. He was an only dog.
I’m a mog. Half man, half dog. I’m my own best friend.
It isn’t what you’re thinking, Doc.
I don’t know, I can imagine quite a bit.
Come with me and you’ll be in a world of pure imagination.
Is he gone? Oh, can you imagine? He asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that boorish, brainless…“Madame Gaston!” Can’t you just see it?
The island where my wife stayed for seven years, Your Honor.
And what is your point? Well…we might just make it. Did that thought ever cross your brain? Well regardless, I would rather take my chance out there on the ocean than to stay here and die on this shithole island, spending the rest of my life TALKING TO A GODDAMN VOLLEYBALL!!!
If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.
If you’re going to become true dodgeballers, then you’ve got to learn the five d’s of dodgeball: dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge!
You know what you almost never see? Someone heckling a diver.
What the fuck did I just hear?
Well, you take some skins/ Jazz begins / Then you take a bass / Man, now we’re Getting someplace
When you play me
Le Jazz Hot baby
You’re holding my soul together
Don’t know whether it’s morning or night
Only know it’s sounding right
So come on in and play me
Le Jazz Hot baby
Cause I love my jazz hot!
On the page, it looked nothing. The beginning simple, almost comic. Just a pulse. Bassoons and basset horns, like a rusty squeezebox. And then suddenly, high above it, an oboe. A single note, hanging there, unwavering. Until a clarinet took over and sweetened it into a phrase of such delight! This was no composition by a performing monkey! This was a music I’d never heard. Filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing, it had me trembling. It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God.
That’s it! The music from my dream.
You are probably wondering why I keep appearing in your memories, John. It is because I have inserted myself into them.
I’ve forgotten the question.
Oh, you are a fine one to talk! You have a guilt complex and amnesia and don’t know if you are going or coming from somewhere but Freud is hooey!
Before Sigmund Freud, man believed that what he said and did were the products of his conscious will alone. But the great psychologist demonstrate the existence of another part of our mind, which functions in darkest secrecy and can even rule our lives. This is the story of Freud’s descent into a region almost as black as hell itself: Man’s unconscious, and how he let in the light.