Never speak, on my behalf, about my business, again.
That’s a fine letter, Jamison, that’s an epic. That’s dandy. Now, I want you to make two carbon copies of that letter and throw the original away. And when you get through with that, throw the carbon copies away. Just send a stamp, airmail, that’s all. You may go, Jamison. I may go too.
Anything further, Father?
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Can I ask you a question, Father? You ever get horny?
See this lot here? This lot used to be houses. In fact, there was a house over there on the corner where I kissed my first girl friend. Got her pregnant, too.
I’m not a baby. I’m a tumor.
It’s not a tumor! It’s not a tumor. At all!
Why do healthy normal cells go berserk and grow wild?.. Nobody knows. But we call them cysts and gliomas and tumors and cancers.
We all go a little mad sometimes.
Mad?! Mad they call me?!
[I must confess I’m guessing on this one, but it must be out there, right?]
[ok I’m feeling guilty. In play:]
They say I’m a madman, Barton, but I’m not mad at anyone. Honest I’m not. Most guys I just feel sorry for.
Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays.
–I’m attempting to isolate patterned reoccurrences…within periodicals over time. And you?
–You talk funny, Mr. Nash.
By Grabthar’s hammer, you shall be avenged!
[track?]
[talking funny]
Mawwiage.
All right, everybody out on the dance floor! No exceptions! Look at all the happy couples!
You make it with some of these chicks, they think you gotta dance with them.