You all have husbands and wives and children and houses and dogs, and, you know, you've all made yourselves a part of something and can talk about what you do. What can I say? "I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How've you been?"

Hi.
I'm, uh, I'm a pet psychiatrist.
I sell couch insurance.
Mm-hmm, and I - and I test-market positive thinking.
I lead a weekend men's group, we specialize in ritual killings.
Yeah, you look great! God, yeah! Hi, how are you? Hi, how are you?
Hi, remember me? I'm not married, I don't have any kids, and I'd blow your head off if someone paid me enough.

It's *not* me! Why does everyone always think it's personal?

So I was in the Gulf last year, I was doing this thing anyway. And I came up over this dune, and I saw the ocean... and it was on fire. The whole thing, on fire, and it was beautiful. So I just sat there and watched it, and that's when I realized there might be a meaning to life, you know, like an organic power that connects all living things, God, Yahweh, I dunno.