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- George: Maybe Death was the Temp job and life was a vacation. A Vacation we were supposed to spend with the people you loved, with people who loved you. And if life was that kind of vacation what then? What would your last thoughts be then?
- George: [voice over] It was strange to think that while we got to work, all over town, death was taking a break. Not that anyone noticed. Death is kind of like sex in high school. If you knew how many times you missed having it, you'd be paralysed.
- Rube: [to George] Where's the fire?
- Mason: [indirectly to Daisy] It's in my pants.
- Daisy Adair: [to Mason] It's called syphillis.
- Daisy Adair: Everybody's thoughts are the same, two thirds are people who regret the rest are people who forgot to do stuff or are praying or are alone. Shouldn't there be more? More piles, More Words, More thoughts And then, and then you die. And you might become a reaper and the magic of creation well that turns out to be a 9-5 job with lots of paper work it's just, it's so, it's so everyday. How do you know that's true? Maybe we just move to one filing job to the next, Oh my god were all Temps.
- George: Maybe Death was the Temp job and life was a vacation. A Vacation we were supposed to spend with the people you loved, with people who loved you. And if life was that kind of vacation what then? What would your last thoughts be then?