SENTENCE MEME โถ TWILIGHT ZONE / 2.01 โโ 2.04
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โWar spits out its violence overhead, and the sandy graveyard swallows it up.โ
โI may have been out for hours.โ
โThereโs logic for everything.โ
โI just have to keep it cool, thatโs all.โ
โThink about it rationally.โ
โItโs strictly not funny.โ
โIโm responsible for you guys.โ
โAll of this is just what Iโm making up in my mind.โ
โIt doesnโt make any difference because youโre an illusion.โ
โYou donโt even exist.โ
โI donโt exist any more than you do.โ
โThere isnโt a thing, not a single thing thatโs real.โ
โThe more you realize it, the more youโll feel better for it.โ
โYouโre going to be alright.โ
โI think the worst part of it is over.โ
โThat illusion certainly seems real to him.โ
โOdd how the real consorts with the shadows, how the present fuses with the present.โ
โQuite a bit of rain for this time of the year.โ
โBeen in my family for years and years.โ
โItโs supposed to be very valuable.โ
โIf I could spare a dollar, Iโd give it to you, believe me.โ
โIโm so in debt myself.โ
โWeโre just around the corner from bankruptcy.โ
โYou promised me no more handouts.โ
โA man can be a failure for only so long, and then it catches up with him.โ
โIt isnโt just an antique shop where you pick up the pitiful remnants of other peopleโs failures, itโs a shrine to failure itself.โ
โItโs a mausoleum, a burial ground for peopleโs hopes.โ
โWeโre not old people, and yet this place is making us old.โ
โThat hope chest will be opened, and an improbable phantom will try to bedeck the drabness of these peopleโs failure-laden lives with the gold and precious stones of fulfillment.โ
โThereโs something unholy about this.โ
โWeโve already given away a lot of money.โ
โIt was my suggestion that you reflect very carefully.โ
โIโd be afraid to have you try for fear of the consequences.โ
โThere are simply normal and understandable outgrowths and conditions that go with any windfall.โ
โNo matter what you wish for, you must be prepared for the consequences.โ
โI wish I were back where it all started.โ
โSince we obviously canโt afford a brand new life, suppose we give the old one a paint job or something.โ
โA word to the wise now to the garbage collectors of the world, the curio seekers, to the antique buffs, to everyone who would try to coax out a miracle from unlikely places.โ
โIโve been sitting here waiting for you.โ
โWhere some men leave a mark of their lives as a record of their fragmentary existence on earth, this man leaves a blot โโ a dirty, discolored blemish to document a cheap and undistinguished sojourn.โ
โIn this room is a strange mortal combat between a man and himself.โ
โYou could get roasted to death, or poisoned by small creatures.โ
โIโd like some decent odds for a change.โ
โI donโt mind a little shakedown, but itโs just that Iโm getting all the hard stuff.โ
โThat kind of stuff ainโt for me.โ
โHeโs always giving us trouble.โ
โIโve never done anything like this before.โ
โYou never did a job like this because you never could do a job like this.โ
โThatโs how youโre going to get away with it.โ
โWhy am I scared all the time?โ
โYouโre not running out on me this time.โ
โYou ainโt lost your marbles yet and I mean to see that you keep them.โ
โEverything you do is everything to me.โ
โYou think I can keep quiet now while you go out and get us both killed?โ
โHow come every move I made turned out wrong?โ
โEvery time I tried to talk to you, you listened to somebody else.โ
โShe tried to set you straight.โ
โI want to live the dreams you dreamed and never had the guts to live.โ
โYou got nothing but pain inside.โ
โIโm going to take your skin off foot by foot.โ
โTell me whatโs wrong with that miracle of modern science.โ
โLast time I was over here, you kicked your foot through the screen.โ
โI have a vivid recollection, thank you.โ
โSupposing we stop this moronic small talk and get down to some serious larceny?โ
โThey donโt work properly because you donโt treat them properly.โ
โI assume thereโll be an extra charge for that analysis?โ
โAside from being a rather incompetent clod, youโre a very unreceptive man.โ
โI shall file that idiotic question in my memorabilia to be referred to at some future date when I write my memoirs.โ
โHeโs a bachelor and a recluse with few friends, only devotees and adherents to the cause of tart sophistry.โ
โHe has no interests save whatever current annoyances he can put his mind to.โ
โHe has no purpose to his life except the formulation of day-to-day opportunities to vent his wrath on mechanical contrivances of an age he abhors.โ
โDid I ever tell you with what degree of distaste I view insubordination?โ
โI wish youโd stay for a bit.โ
โIโd like very much not to be alone for awhile.โ
โIโm desperately tired. I havenโt slept for four nights.โ
โThe thought of being alone just now is intolerable.โ
โThings have been happening, very odd things.โ
โFor as long as I have lived, I have never been able to operate machines.โ
โI am a logical, rational, intelligent man.โ
โIโve been seeing and hearing a collection of mechanical frankenstein monsters whose whole purpose is to destroy me.โ
โI think youโre terribly ill and need medical attention.โ
โYouโre suffering from a bad case of nerves due to lack of sleep and these are nothing more than delusions.โ
โIn this conspiracy you speak of, this mortal combat between you and the appliances, I hope you lose.โ
โYouโre not going to intimidate me.โ
โHow is my favorite, attractive young widow?โ
โTheir whole existence is dedicated to embarrassing me or irritating me or making my life miserable.โ
โI wonder what it was that could have scared him.โ
โHe succumbed from a heart attack and a set of delusions.โ
โIt could just be that he was tormented by an imagination as sharp as his wit and as pointed as his dislikes.โ