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"I'm not even kidding because if you really think about it, you can't even see it, so how can you know just how bad radio frequencies and microwaves and cell phones and stuff are getting you? I mean, you could be strolling through security at the airport on the way to visit your grandma or..." "Wake up, bitches!" "And then you get waved through a full-body X-ray scanner, and the next day you could be dead or dying from all the radiation that they say is safe, but there's no way. It could be because they have to deliver a concentrated dose, okay? Enough to penetrate through clothes, and so the accumulated amount could definitely be dangerous to susceptible individuals..." "Hey, yo!" "Especially if you're from a rural area and the ozone layer's already thin..." "Yo!" |
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"Mandrake, do you realize that in addition to fluoridating water, why—there are studies underway to fluoridate salt, flour, fruit juices, soup, sugar, milk... ice cream. Ice cream, Mandrake, children's ice cream. Do you know when fluoridation first began? Nineteen hundred and forty-six... 1946, Mandrake. How does that coincide with your post-war Commie conspiracy, huh? It's incredibly obvious, isn't it? A foreign substance is introduced into our precious bodily fluids without the knowledge of the individual. Certainly without any choice. That's the way your hard-core Commie works." |
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"Well, I don't really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It's like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how - what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what's stopping it, and what's behind what's stopping it? So, what's the end, you know, is my question to you." |
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"I've got a certain amount of common sense. I know the precedence of morals, and whether you believe it or not you've taught me a lot. Don't worry if you wanna screw off the past . . . I'm scared of ya! Who do I go to? Where do I go? Nothing that you knew you were doing except I've always known what I was doing. Dr. Fratelli said, 'Gerald, there's nothing wrong with you. You are so sane you're insane!'
I don't have no fun, ever! You worked thirty years at Chrysler's, well hell I got fifteen years seniority there, what are you talkin' about? I don't have no fun at all! "What, it's very fashionable to say that it's schizophrenia so I guess I'm unfashionable. Which would you rather have: sleeping a lot and staying on the subject or being more awa– I'm sleeping a lot, I'm being awake, cause I feel now that I've got a fairy friend out of childhood who got very anxious around people. And last Yuletide took the resolution: 'I don't like people.' And my reply, this Yuletide, is: 'Mad chicken.'" |
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"Pardon me, ladies. Enjoying that are you my darlin'? Bit cold and pointless isn't it my lovely? What's happened to yours, my little sister?""Who you getting, Bratty? Goggly Gogol? Johnny Zhivago? The Heaven 17?""What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You. Are. Invited." |
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Player automatically advances to next track. "My pop was real big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him. The last time I seen my father, he was blind and diseased from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth, he didn't suck out of it, it sucked out of him until he shrunk so wrinkled and yellow even the dogs didn't know him." "Killed him, huh?""I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him. The way they're working on you." Written & performed by Phil Thompson |
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"Well now, what's it to be Lord? Another widow? How many has it been? Six? Twelve? I disremember... You say the word, Lord, I'm on my way—You always send me money to go forth and preach your Word. The widow with a little wad of bills hid away in a sugar bowl. Lord, I am tired. Sometimes I wonder if You really understand. Not that You mind the killings. Your Book is full of killings. But there are things you do hate Lord: perfume-smelling things, lacy things, things with curly hair." Written & performed by Phil Thompson |
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Player automatically advances to next track. "I said I'd best be going. I couldn't do nothing for her, and she said, oh yes I could. And I asked her what, and she said to just step on the chair yonder and get that box down from on top of the chifforobe. So I done like she told me, and I was reaching when the next thing I know she grabbed me around the legs. She scared me so bad I hopped down and turned the chair over. That was the only thing, only furniture disturbed in the room, Mr. Finch, I swear, when I left it. I got down off the chair, and I turned around and she sort of jumped on me. She hugged me around the waist. She reached up and kissed me on the face. She said she'd never kissed a grown man before and she might as well kiss me. She says for me to kiss her back. And I said, Miss Mayella, let me out of here. And I tried to run. Mr. Ewell cussed at her from the window and said he's going to kill her." Written & performed by Phil Thompson |
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Player automatically advances to next track. "I read in the papers here a while back some teachers came across a survey that was sent out back in the thirties to a number of schools around the country. Had this questionnaire about what was the problems with teachin in the schools. And they come across these forms, they'd been filled out and sent in from around the country answerin these questions. And the biggest problems they could name was things like talkin in class and runnin in the hallways. Chewin gum. Copyin homework. Things of that nature. "So they got one of them forms that was blank and printed up a bunch of em and sent em back out to the same schools. Forty years later. Well, here come the answers back. Rape, arson, murder. Drugs. Suicide. So think about that. Because a lot of the time when I say anything about how the world is goin to hell in a handbasket people will just sort of smile and tell me I'm gettin old. That it's one of the symptoms. But my feelin about that is that anybody that cant tell the difference between rapin and murderin people and chewin gum has got a whole lot bigger of a problem than what I've got." |
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