It's OK, you don't have to give me anything in return. –Of course I do. The essence of custom is that I now have to go out and purchase for you a gift of commensurate value and representing the same perceived level of friendship as that represented by the gift you've given me. It's no wonder suicide rates skyrocket this time of year.
If I can't be young forever, I'd rather end it all. Now.
(telephone rings) Hello. –Now don't you worry, Mame. It can't possibly affect people like you and me who have a lot of of solid stuff like Bank of the United States. –Missy Dennis, stockbroker want to say hello before he jump out a window.
I understand the suicide rate goes up dramatically around Christmastime. –Yeah, well, you know, it's a stressful time of the year for most people, Maurice. –Yeah. The thing is, you go through the rest of the year fine. You've got your friends, you've got your business, you're part of the community. And then, 'round the middle of December, if you're alone, you start to feel like an outsider.
They say I'm disturbed. Well, of course I'm disturbed! I mean, we're all disturbed! And if we're not, why not? Doesn't this blend of blindness and blandness want to make you do something crazy? Then why not do something crazy? It makes a helluva lot more sense than blowing your fucking brains out!