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...in all it's splendor and beauty...

...and you suddenly|understand everything.

-What does that mean?|-F***ing everything.

Everything you can imagine. You don't|know what ''everything'' means?

l know what it means. l don't know|what you mean by ''everything.''

lt means everything, doesn't it?|You know, everything.

-So, what's your problem?|-For someone who's seen the infinite...

...you're vague. You'd think|with someone who's had a revelation...

-...you'd be more specific.|-lt's not about specifics.

lt's an energy that hits you between|the eyes and you're enlightened.

-You see everything?|-You don't see everything.

You see nothing.|But you understand everything.

And you know what|got me the most?

-ls that l understood time horizons.|-What's a time horizon?

lt's like this. l understood|where l stood in relation...

...to where the Romans and the Jews|were 2000 years ago...

...and why l was here now.

Then l felt this enormous|compassion...

...for the struggle of the human race|and what it had to go through for us.

You know, for life as we know it|to come to this point.

lt's truly remarkable, but at the same|time, it's utterly f***ing disturbing.

l mean, we're the same people|that were living in Roman times...

...throwing boiling oil on each other|and crucifying Christians.

Not that that's entirely a bad thing.

Hey, Syd, are you in there?|lt's Maya.

Oh, f***! F*** me.

-F***, f***. Give me one second.|-What the f*** have you done?

-Sorry. F***.|-You clumsy bastard.

-What have you f***ing done?|-Sh*t.

Look at that.

lt's covered in f***ing beer.

-F***.|-Oh, my God.

What are you gonna do?

-Goddamn it, Syd.|-lnstant karma.

-l got it.|-That's enough to give up blasphemy.

-Get up here.|-No, we can totally save this.

What are you gonna do,|eat food off the floor?

-F***ing gross.|-Do me a favor.

-God f***ing damn it.|-God, is this it?

-Yes.|-Are you kidding?

-No, it's my f***ing fault too.|-Just snort it off the floor.

You don't wanna do that. l shouldn't|have put it by the f***ing sink.

What are you doing?

-What's that?|-As l said, all is not lost.

-Bateman, Jesus Christ.|-Oh, my God, you f***ing rock.

-Do you know this painting?|-No.

lt's Van Gogh's|Wheatfield with Crows.

The most significant painting|the man's ever painted.

-Oh, well, then.|-F***, it's true.

That'll do for starters, won't it?

Look, this is the last painting|the man did before he killed himself.

lt's his suicide note. He even put|his left ear in the f***ing clouds.

There is his mutilated left ear.

Can you see it? Not everyone sees it,|of course, but there it is.

He mutilated his left ear|and put it in the f***ing painting.

What does that mean?

Maya, l'm curious.|Do you believe in God?

You guys have been doing|too many drugs.

Answer the question. Yes or no?

God, that's a really long|conversation...

...but l will tell you something l read|the other day that freaked me out.

l don't remember where it was.

lt was like Russia or Germany|or one of these places...

...but these scientists,|they took this pregnant rabbit...

...and they hooked up to,|like, a heart monitor and an EE G...

...which sensors your brain waves.

And, like, the second after she gives|birth, they take these babies...

...and they jump in a van|and they start shooting them...

...one by one in the back of the head|with, like, a .22 rifle.

From, like one mile away:

Five miles away:
|Twenty miles away--

Don't tell me people are|killing little bunny rabbits.

What's so interesting|is that every time they'd shoot...

...one of these poor babies|in the back of the head...

...the mother's heartbeat|and brain waves would go crazy.

So l'm just saying there's,|you know, sh*t like that, and then--

The mother knew the babies|were getting shot--

Yes. Every f***ing time. Exactly.

l mean, there's all that stuff, you know,|like those weird identical twins, right?

One of the brothers is|walking down the street...

...gets stabbed|by some serial killer.

Wait. So he gets stabbed, right?

And then 900 miles away,|at the exact same time...

...his twin brother falls down.

Weird, it's very weird, yes.

Do you want to let me finish|what l'm saying?

-Please, please, finish.|-Okay, he falls down.

Gets hospitalized|due to heart palpitations...

...at the same time|his brother was stabbed.

-Why are you shaking your head?|-You sound like London.

-lt's coincidence.|-How is it a coincidence?

l've had this conversation before.|l'm not having it here.

Well, then, let's not. Then don't|ask me about God, okay, Syd?

Hey, is London here yet?

No, l don't think so.

Did you meet her boyfriend?

Yeah, a couple of times. He's nice.

ls he, like, an attractive guy?|ls he good-looking?

Are you asking me|if he's an attractive guy?

l guess.

You guess?|What do you mean, you guess?

l mean, l guess.

All right, so l'm curious. Do you think|he's more or less attractive than me?

Syd, l don't know.

Well, you do know.|You just aren't telling me.

l don't know, Syd. You guys just--|You have totally different looks.

All right, yes.|We have very different looks.

But whose do you like more?|His or mine?

This is stupid, Syd.

Okay, fine.

l guess, on some level,|l find him attractive.

That doesn't mean that l find him...

...any more or less attractive|than l find you.

Okay?

l won't lie to you.|Just because we're going out...

...doesn't mean l'm gonna,|you know...

...suddenly not be attracted|to the opposite sex.

He's a friend|who happens to be attractive.

lt was one lunch.|Why are you freaking out?

You don't see me going to lunch|with a bunch of attractive people.

Okay. First of all,|it was one guy, not a bunch.

And it's really not my problem that|you don't have female friends, is it?

Because no one's stopping you|from having female friends.

l love this, by the way.

-So for the sake of conversation....|-Syd.

-Let's just pretend you and l...|-Please, can we just drop it?

...don't know each other.|Just listen to me.

Let's pretend for five minutes|you don't know me, l don't know you.

Me and what's-his-name|are in the room.

-Who do you pick?|-l do know you, Syd.

Remove that from the equation.

-You can't.|-Gun to your head. Who do you pick?

l would pick you.|l would pick you in any equation.

Are you all right in there?

Everything is fine. Thank you.

Syd, literally, this has got to be one|of the most insane conversations...

...l've ever had with you.

l don't want to f*** him. l don't.

-F*** him?|-lt was one lunch.

Who said anything|about f***ing him?

-l didn't say f***ing, l said attracted.|-That's what you meant.

-lt's not.|-Please keep your voice down.

l meant attracted, you said f***.

Can you just f***ing|shut the f*** up?

What do you want?

l want you to answer|the f***ing question.

Syd, you're a cute guy. You are.|You really, really are, but l don't know.

He has this angular, sexy,|Diesel-ad thing going on.

But l don't even know him.

-So maybe he's an a**hole.|-You know what?

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