Joe Versus the Volcano: Difference between revisions

{{quote| "Do you think I feel good? Nobody feels good. After childhood, it's a fact of life. I feel rotten. So what?"}}

{{quote| '''Mr. Waturi''': I know he can get the job. But can he do the job? Harry. Yeah, Harry. But can he do the job? I know he can get the job. But can he do the job? I'm not arguing that with you. I'm not arguing that with you. I'm not arguing that with you. I'm not arguing that with you' Harry! Harry, Harry. Yeah, Harry, but can he do the job? I know he can get the job. But can he do the job? I'm not arguing that with you. Harry, I am not arguing that with you! Who said that? I didn't say that. If I said that, I would have been wrong. Maybe. Maybe. I'm not arguing that with you! Yeah, Harry, I know he can get the job. But can he do the job? I'm not arguing that with you! I am not arguing that with you! I am not arguing that with you! Who told you that? No! I told you that! Me! What? Maybe. Maybe, maybe. Maybe!}}

{{quote| '''Patricia''': My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a state of constant ''total amazement''. }}

{{quote| '''Joe''': I want you to listen, Patricia, because these are my last words: I gotta be brave. I gotta jump in.}}

{{quote| '''Joe''': You look terrible, Mr. Waturi. You look like a bag of shit stuffed in a cheap suit. Not that anyone could look good under these zombie lights. I, I, I, I can feel them sucking the juice out of my eyeball. Suck, suck, suck, SUCK... ''(makes a sucking noise)'' For 300 bucks a week, that's the news. For 300 bucks a week, I've lived in this sink, this used rubber.<br />

'''Mr. Waturi''': You watch it, mister! There's a woman here!<br />

'''Joe''': Don't you think I know that, Frank? Don't you think I am aware there is a woman here? I can smell her, like, like a flower. I can taste her, like sugar on my tongue. When I'm 20 feet away I can hear the fabric of her dress when she moves in her chair. Not that I've done anything about it. I've gone all day, every day, not doing, not saying, not taking the chance for 300 bucks a week, and Frank, the coffee stinks, it's like arsenic. The lights give me a headache. If the lights don't give you a headache, you must be dead; let's arrange the funeral.<br />

'''Mr. Waturi''': You better get outta here right now! I'm telling you!<br />