Edmund:
There will be no more stupidity. There will be no more mistakes. It's a new day. God help you all.
Jack Fate:
I was always a singer and maybe no more then that. Sometimes it's not enough to know the meaning of things, sometimes we have to know what things don't mean as well. Like what does it mean to not know what the person you love is capable of? Things fall apart, especially all the neat order of rules and laws. The way we look at the world is the way we really are. See it from a fair garden and everything looks cheerful. Climb to a higher plateau and you'll see plunder and murder. Truth and beauty are in the eye of the beholder. I stopped trying to figure everything out a long time ago.
Uncle Sweetheart:
[
to Jack Fate] You look good. You got the "jail pale". It suits you.
Uncle Sweetheart:
As long as I keep talking, I know I'm still alive.
Bobby Cupid:
You would commit treason agaist your ownself
Jack Fate:
All of us in some way are trying to kill time. When it's all said and done, time ends up killing us.
Uncle Sweetheart:
I'm only human.
Jack Fate:
I know, it ain't easy being human.
Tom Friend:
Everybody's doing the killing now. Everybody's doing the dying.
Jack Fate:
By the way, which side of the political fence are you on?
Desk Clerk:
I do not belong to any political party, sir. I guess you could call me... a feminist
Soldier:
I wish I could live in my dreams. Do you dream?
Jack Fate:
Yeah, I dream. I dream that I'm walking through fire... Intense heat. I don't pay much attention to my dreams.
Drunk:
Do I need to ring a bell to get a refill? You can see my glass is empty.
Bobby Cupid:
Hey, man, the glass is always empty. So is the spot on the counter where the money's supposed to be.
Uncle Sweetheart:
It's a bitched up world Jack, the only way to protect ourselves is by goin' mad.
Jack Fate:
Some of us pursue perfection and virtue and if we're lucky, we catch up to it. But happiness can't be pursued. It either comes to your or it don't. You can always say, "if only this and if only that", but if only is a state of mind that we get into when we feel deprived.
Uncle Sweetheart:
Who's talking to you?
Bobby Cupid:
Common sense! The voices in my head. I mean screw this so-called concert, Jack. Let's disappear for a while, let's go to the South Seas, let's go where Gauguin went and just...
Uncle Sweetheart:
[
grabs Bobby] I don't know which one of these voice is coming out of your head, but tell it to shut the fuck up! And Gauguin was a stockbroker.
Crew Guy #1:
I mean, the thing I don't get is all this race this, race that, ethnic this, ethnic that. You know what I'm saying?
Crew Guy #2:
Yeah. You said the same thing last week.
Voice On Presidential Answering Machine:
[
while Jack Fate is on the phone] You have reach the official residence of the president. Built in 1718, burned down in 1809. Rebuilt in 1819, burned down again in 1841.
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