— Nothingness. Non-existence. Black emptiness.
— What did you say?
— Oh, I was just planning my future.
— Remember that nice boy next door? Raskolnikov?
— Yeah?
— He killed two ladies.
— No! What a nasty story.
— Bobick told it to me. He heard it from one of the Karamazov brothers.
— He must have been possessed.
— Well, he was a raw youth.
— Raw youth? He was an idiot.
— And he acted insulted and injured.
— I hear he was a gambler.
— You know, he could be your double.
— Really? How novel.
— Are you suggesting passive resistance?
— No, I'm suggesting active fleeing.
— One, two! One, two! One, two!
— Three is next, if you're having any trouble.
— Sex without love is an empty experience.
— Yes, but as empty experiences go, it's one of the best.
— You're a tyrant and a dictator and you start wars.
— Why is he reciting my credits?
Wow! The battle looks completely different when you're in the middle of it than it does to the generals up on the hill.
— My seconds will call on your seconds.
— My seconds will be out. Have 'em call on my thirds. If my thirds are out, go to my fourths.
The difference is that all men go eventually, but I go six o'clock tomorrow morning. I was supposed to go at five o'clock, but I have a smart lawyer. Got leniency.
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