He IS Us.

“….and he’s hearing Other People making jokes from a mile away…”

“Yeah, he’s a MESS!”

Bill: 

As you know, I'm quite keen on comic books. 

Especially the ones about superheroes. 

I find the whole mythology surrounding superheroes fascinating. 

Take my favorite superhero, 

Superman. 

Not a great comic book. 

Not particularly well drawn.

But the Mythology … 

The Mythology is not only great, 

it's unique.

Now, a staple of the superhero mythology is there's the superhero and there's the ALTER EGO.

Batman is actually Bruce Wayne, Spider-Man is actually Peter Parker. 

When that character wakes up in the morning, he's Peter Parker. 

He has to put on a costume to become Spider-Man. 

And it is in that characteristic Superman stands ALONE. 

Superman didn't become Superman. 

Superman was BORN Superman. 

When Superman wakes up in the morning, he's Superman. 

His alter ego is Clark Kent. 

His outfit with the big red "S" —

That's the blanket he was wrapped in as a baby 

when the Kents found him —

Those are •HIS• clothes. 

What Kent wears – the glasses, the business suit – 

that's The Costume. 

That's the costume 

Superman wears

to blend in with US. 

Clark Kent is how 

Superman views Us. 

And what are 

the characteristics 

of Clark Kent? 

He's WEAK, 

He's UNSURE of himself, 

He's A COWARD. 

Clark Kent 

is Superman's critique on 

The Whole Human Race. 

Sort of like Beatrix Kiddo and Mrs. Tommy Plympton.

The Bride: 

Aso. The Point emerges.

Bill: 

You would've worn 

the costume of Arlene Plympton. 

But you were born Beatrix Kiddo. 

And every morning 

when you woke up, 

you'd still be Beatrix Kiddo. 

Oh, you can take the needle out.

The Bride: 

[does so] 

Are you calling me a superhero?

Bill: 

I'm calling you A Killer! 

A natural born Killer. 

You always have been, 

and you always will be. 

Moving to El Paso, 

working in a used record store, 

going to the movies with Tommy, 

clipping coupons. 

That's you … trying to disguise yourself as a worker bee. 

That's you trying to blend in with the hive. 

But you're NOT 

a worker bee. 

You're a renegade 

killer bee. 

And no matter 

how much beer you drank 

or barbecue you ate 

or how fat your ass got, 

Nothing in The World 

could ever change that.