Monthly Archives: July 2011
Ed Wood: I just wish you coulda seen the movie.
Bela Lugosi: No problem. I know it by heart [beat] “Home. I have no home. Hunted. . .despised. . .living like an animal – the jungle is my home! But I will show the world that I can be its master. I shall perfect my own race of people. . .a race of atomic supermen that will conquer the world!”
Scott Carey: I was continuing to shrink, to become. . .what? The infinitesimal? What was I? Still a human being? Or was I the man of the future? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world? So close – the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet – like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man’s own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends in man’s conception, not nature’s. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist!
Prof. Bertram Potts: What are you going to do?
Sugarpuss O’Shea: Come here. I’m going to show you what yum-yum is. Here’s yum. [kisses him] Here’s the other yum. [kisses him again] And here’s yum-yum. [kisses him a third time]
Prof. Bertram Potts: Excuse me.
Sugarpuss O’Shea: Hey, where are you going?