Julian: Call it something catchy. The Reluctant Tourist. And you are the fella to write it.
Macon: But I hate to travel.
Julian: I thought so, but so do businessmen. They would rather be at home in their living rooms. So you will be helping them
to pretend that that’s where they are. What do you think? Your logo. You get it? While armchair travelers
dream of going places…traveling armchairs dream of staying put.
Luis Molina: Have some. It’s delicious.
Valentin Arregui: No, thanks.
Luis Molina: What’s the matter? You don’t like it?
Valentin Arregui: Sure, I like it, but, no, thanks.
Luis Molina: Well, then go ahead and have some. It’s a long time till lunch.
Valentin Arregui: Can’t afford to get spoiled.
Luis Molina: Do you really think that eating this avocado will make you spoiled and weak? Enjoy what life offers you.
Valentin Arregui: What life offers me is the struggle. When you’re dedicated to that, pleasure becomes secondary.
Luis Molina: Does your girlfriend think the same thing?
Valentin Arregui: How do you know I have a girl?
Luis Molina: It’s. . .the normal thing. Does she avoid pleasure, too?
Valentin Arregui: She knows what really counts. That the most important thing is serving a cause that is noble.
Luis Molina: What kind of cause is that, one that doesn’t let you eat an avocado?
Valentin Arregui: Molina, you would never understand.
Luis Molina: Well, I understand one thing. I offer you half of my precious avocado and you throw it back in my face.
Valentin Arregui: Don’t act like that! You sound just like a —
Luis Molina: Like a what? Say it. Say it. Like a woman, you mean. What’s wrong with being like a woman? Why do only women get to be sensitive? Why not a man? A dog? Or a faggot? If more men acted like women, there wouldn’t be so much violence like that.
Jane Eyre: It’s a long way off.
Mr. Rochester: No matter; a girl of your sense will not object to the voyage.
Jane Eyre: Not the voyage, but the distance. And then the sea is such a barrier.
Mr. Rochester: From. . .what, Jane?
Jane Eyre: From England, sir, and from Thornfield . . .and. . .