“
Millions of books written on every
conceivable subject by all these
great minds, and, and in the end,
none of 'em knows anything more about
the big questions of life than I do.
Ss--I read Socrates. You know, n-nn--,
this guy used to kn-knock off
little Greek boys. What the hell's
he got to teach me? And, and
Nietzsche with his, with his Theory
of Eternal Recurrence. He said that
the life we live, we're gonna live
over and over again the exact same
way for eternity. Great.
(MORE)
MICKEY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
That means I, uh, I'll have to sit
through the Ice Capades again. Tch.
It's not worth it.
The movie next cuts to a sunny day in Central Park. A male
jogger, seen through some tree branches, runs by. The camera
moves past him, revealing a pondering Mickey walking by the
reservoir. He continues to talk over the screen.
MICKEY (V.O.)
And, and Freud, another great
pessimist. Jeez, I was in analysis
for years. Nothing happened. My
poor analyst got so frustrated.
The guy finally put in a salad bar.
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