This isn't Fantasy, it's Theatre.

This isn’t Reality - This is FANTASY!

— Lt. Uhura

This isn't Fantasy, it's Theatre. 

— Lt.Com. Troi

BARCLAY: 

Well, I just feel more more comfortable playing somebody else. Maybe all this is not any better than escaping into a holodeck fantasy.

TROI: 

I disagree. This isn't Fantasy, it's Theatre. 

You used to withdraw onto the holodeck. You isolated yourself inside your own imagination, avoiding contact with real people. Look at yourself now. Look at all the other people you're with. 

You're not just acting, you're interacting. Give yourself some credit, Mister Barclay. 

BARCLAY: 

Maybe you're right.

The Majors Tom : MOON

The Movie which takes Self-Care 

to a whole other level

(Distant conversation)

[Gerty]: 

The New Sam is in reworking order.

But we only have two

working harvesters now.

  

[Overmeyers]: (sarcastically)

Yeah, well,what a surprise!

  

[Thompson]: 

Gerty, we're going to have to

find a way to ramp up production.

  

Gerty : 

I know.

  

Overmeyers : 

This is incredible!

But how do you manage to destroy a fucking rover, a harvester and

an employee all on the same day?

  GERTY :

These were extraordinary

circumstances, as you know.

  

[Thompson]:

Gerty, what is the status on Harvester 3?

How do the repairs look on... (stopped)

The ELIZA effect, in computer science, is the tendency to unconsciously assume computer behaviors are analogous to human behaviors, that is anthropomorphisation.

G•E•R•T•Y :

Sam, this is not going to work.

Sam Bell :

Why?

G•E•R•T•Y :

I have recorded everything that has taken place since your awakening.

If anyone were to check my memory cache, it would put you in considerable danger.

You could erase my memory banks. 

I could reboot myself once you have departed.

Sam Bell :

Are you okay with that?

G•E•R•T•Y :

[ BIG Smile ]

I'm here to keep you safe, Sam.

I want to help you.

  

[Computer]:

E.L.I.Z.A arrival estimated in 24 minutes.

G•E•R•T•Y :

Sam.

Sam Bell :

I set your...I set your

computer to reboot... the moment that I launch.

G•E•R•T•Y :

I understand, Sam.

You should be OK.

[ BIG Smile ]

I hope life on Earth is everything

you remember it to be.

 

Sam Bell :

Thanks, Gerty.

Are you going to be OK?

G•E•R•T•Y :

Of course.

The New Sam and I will be back to our programming as soon as I have finished rebooting.

 Sam Bell :

Gerty, we're not programmed —

We're People. Understand?

Little Monkey Fitz

Little Monkey Bastard :

Have you ever tried those things? 

Jemma Simmons :

Puffies? Just once.

By mistake.

Little Monkey Bastard :

They make you sick? 

Jemma Simmons :

No.

No, definitely not sick.

Little Monkey Bastard :

You're being cagey again.

Jemma Simmons :

[SIGHS] 

You I saw you in a monkey outfit, dancing.

Little Monkey Fitz : Giant (1956)

South-Central Texas — Early 20th Century

Jett Rink: 

I don't know what it might just be a good idea... to gamble 'long with ol' Madama. 

Bick Benedict: 

How do you mean? 

Jett Rink: 

Jus' gamble 'long. 

Just... keep what she give me. 

[beat] 

I'm sentimental too, Bick.

“ You’re Both Rather Gentle Creatures.... ”

— The Lady Leslie of The House of Benedict 

Little Monkey Fitz : Rebel Without a Cause (1955)

Los Angeles County, Ca. — 1955

Rebel Without a Cause: 

The Hypnoanalysis of a Criminal Psychopath. 

JAMES STARK :

Listen... I know a Place. 

Plato told me before. 

It's an old, deserted mansion...up by the planetarium. 

Want to go up there with me? 

You can Trust me, Judy. 

NATALIE WOULD :

Okay. 

PINNY :

He's home! 

You're home! 

You're home. 

Are you all right? 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Where were you? 

We were so worried. 

I wouldn't take a sleeping pill till you were home. 

JAMES STARK :

Can I talk to you guys? 

I have to talk to somebody. 

You better give me an answer this time. 

PINNY :

Go ahead. 

STARK :

A direct answer. 

I'm in trouble. 

You know that big, high bluff near Millertown? 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Yes, there was a bad accident there. 

PINNY :

They showed the pictures on television. 

STARK :

I was in it. 

PINNY :

How can you... 

STARK :

It doesn't matter how. 

I was driving a stolen car. 

PINNY :

That's a fine thing! 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Do you enjoy doing this to me, or what? 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

You wanted him to make a list! 

PINNY :

Let him tell it! 

STARK :

She doesn't care! 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

You remember how I almost died giving birth to him? 

And then you say I don't care! 

PINNY :

Please relax, relax! 

STARK :

Dad... 

...I said it was a Matter of Honour. 

Remember? 

They called me chicken. 

You know? Chicken? 

I had to go. 

If I didn't, I'd never be able to face those kids again. 

I got in one of those cars... 

...and Buzz, one of those kids, he got in the other car... 

...and we had to drive fast... 

...and then jump before the car came to The Edge. 

And I got out okay and Buzz didn't. 

And it killed him. 

I can't keep it to myself anymore. 

PINNY :

You just get it off your chest. 

STARK :

That is not what I mean! 

I have never done anything Right. 

I've been going around with my head in a sling for years. 

I don't want to drag you into this, but I can't help it. 

You see, I think...  you can't just go around proving things and pretending like you're tough. 

PINNY :

That's right. 

And even though you got to look a certain way... 

You're absolutely right! - 

You look, you feel... 

STARK :

You're not listening to me! 

You're involved in this, just like I am! 

I'm going to the police and telling them I'm involved. 

PINNY :

Did anyone see you? 

Did anyone see your license plate? - 

STARK :

I don't know! 

PINNY :

Will the others go to the police? 

STARK :

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Why be the only one involved? 

PINNY :

Far be it from me... 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Do we have to listen to a sermon now? 

PINNY :

I'm telling him what you mean. 

You can't be idealistic all your life. Nobody thanks you for... 

STARK :

Except to YOURSELF! - 

PINNY :

Wait a minute! 

STARK :

Except yourself. 

You don't want me to go? 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

No, I don't want you to go to the police. 

PINNY :

Why should you be the only one involved? 

STARK :

But I am involved! 

We are all involved! 

A boy, a kid was killed tonight! 

I can't get out of it and pretend it didn't happen! 

PINNY :

Well, you know that you did the wrong thing. 

That's the main thing. 

STARK :

That's nothing. 

That is absolutely nothing. 

Dad, you said... you want me to tell The Truth. 

Didn't you say that? 

You can't turn it off. 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

He's not saying that. 

He's saying just don't volunteer! 

Just tell a little white lie. 

PINNY :

You'll learn! 

When you're older, Jim. 

STARK :

Well, I don't think that I want to learn that way. 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

It doesn't matter anyway, because we're moving! 

STARK :

Don't tear me loose again. 

Just why are we moving? 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Must I spell it out? 

STARK :

You won't use me as an excuse again! 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

I don't! 

STARK :

When you can't face yourself you blame me! 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

That is not True! 

STARK :

You say it's because of me or the neighborhood! 

You use every other phony excuse! 

Mom, I just... 

Once, I want to do something RIGHT! 

And I don't want you to run away from me again! 

PINNY :

This is all going too fast. 

STARK :

You better give me something. 

You better give me something fast. 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Jimmy, you're very young. 

A foolish decision now could wreck your whole life! 

In ten years you won't know it happened. 

STARK :

Dad, answer her. 

Tell her. 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Ten years. 

STARK :

Dad, let me hear you answer her. 

Dad, Stand Up for Me. 

Stand Up! 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

You'll kill him! 

You're killing him! 

You want to kill Your Own Father? 

PINNY :

See how they brought us in like that? 

STARK :

Let go of me! 

You want a good crack in the mouth? 

MEDDLESOME RATBAG :

Take it easy, Ed. 

The Boy's on edge. 

Come on. 

PINNY :

He shouldn't talk to me that way. 

After all, I am His Father.

Little Monkey Fitz : East of Eden (1954)

Monterey and Salinas, Ca. —1917

Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a Man.

In northern California, the Santa Lucia Mountains, dark and brooding, stand like a wall between the peaceful agricultural town of Salinas and the rough and tumble fishing port of Monterey, fifteen miles away. 

"1917 Monterey, just outside the city limits"

“ So, tell me: About how long have you been feeling depressed? ...”

Okay, we can come back to that later. 

If you are going to undergo psychoanalysis with me, perhaps it might be better if I started, and told you how I go about things. 

I'm not really a •strict• Freudian psychoanalyst, you understand —almost nobody is a strict Freudian these days.... But, that is not to say that the old boy doesn't have his influence. 

It's amazing, you know: Sigmund Freud's scientific credibility was nearly DESTROYED — 

but, right after World War II, his ideas became 

THE MOST WIDELY DISCUSSED IDEAS IN AMERICA. 

Do you know WHY he became so popular....? 

Because he said that it was OKAY to be a pessimist; 

he proved that if you were unhappy, that it was okay, 

and it wasn't your fault.

And, I can't help noticing that you, personally, don't appear very pessimistic; as a matter of fact, you look rather optimistic. 

TOO MUCH OPTIMISM IS HOW A LOT OF PEOPLE GET DEPRESSED : 

They THINK they can solve the problems of the whole world; all they have to do is get people to act rationally. 

You put too much faith in the Power of Reason, and you FAIL, just end up making yourself depressed. 

Sigmund Freud understood that—that down deep, people AREN’T reasonable. 

That is why my old teacher Erich Fromm back in 1970 said that psychoanalysis was really 

"The Science of Human Irrationality." 

Cal Trask :

My Mother... She's not dead and gone to Heaven... is she?

ADAM :

Why do you ask that?

Cal Trask :

She's not dead at all.

She's not buried in The East like you said, either.

She's alive.

ADAM :

What makes you think so?

Cal Trask

I heard from a guy.

          

ADAM :

Who?

Cal Trask

I don't know his name.

He was just passing through.

How come you told Aron and me she died?

ADAM :

I thought it would save you pain.

Cal Trask

Pain?               

If she was still alive, where do you think she'd be?

            

ADAM :

I have no idea. 

She went East.

              

Cal Trask

How do you know?

              

ADAM :

When she left The Ranch we lived on when you and Aron were born...

I heard she went East.

Cal Trask

What was she like? 

Was she bad?

           

ADAM :

I guess she...

I never really knew what she was like.

She wasn't like Other People.

There was something she seemed to lack.

Kindness, maybe. Conscience.

I never knew what she was after.

                   

Cal Trask

How come she left you?

ADAM :

I never knew that, either.

She was so full of hate.

                   

Cal Trask

Hate for you?

ADAM :

For everything.

You won't tell Aron that she didn't die?

Cal Trask

No.

Must not do anything to hurt Aron.

Where'd you get that scar you got on your shoulder, Father?

                   

ADAM :

I've told you, Cal.

It's an old wound I got in the Indian campaigns.

Why do you ask that now?

Cal Trask

What'd she look like? 

Was she pretty?

                   

ADAM :

She had the most lovely hands.

Like ivory.

She took such good care of them.

Her mother had arthritis.

She was always afraid it would come to her in her hands.

Cal Trask

Talk to me, Father.

I got to know Who I Am.

I got to know Who I'm Like.

I got to know...

Where is She?

ADAM :

I'm telling you, truthfully, Cal.. after she left, I never heard from her.

Cal, wait. I want to talk more with you.

If you leave this room now, we may never be able to talk again.

Aron Trask :

You coming home tonight, Cal?

Cal Trask

What's the difference?

You're Home. 

You're The One He Wants.

Good evening, Cal.

                  

High strung. 

Very high strung.

The Two Hannibals

It's The Other One.

33     EXT.     STREET IN LOS ANGELES
A young woman's running away from two vampires who are chasing her. 

Angelus steps up to her and puts his arm around her.

YOUNG WOMAN

Help Me.

ANGELUS

It's all right, doll. 

I've got you. Shh.

YOUNG WOMAN

I don't know how to Thank You. 

ANGELUS

(in vamp face, turns to the woman) 

I do. Scream for me.

YOUNG WOMAN

(screaming) 

Aah!

Angelus goes to bite the woman, but is interrupted when he overhears three other vampires talking in the street. 

VAMPIRE 3

The Slayer? 

You Sure?

VAMPIRE 4

I just got word. 

She's in Town.

Angelus smiles and lets the woman go. 

He goes to a phone booth, dials.

ANGELUS

(to phone) 

Hi, Dawn. Yeah, it's me. 

Is Your Sister Home? She is....? 

(hangs up) 

It's The Other One.

“ I regard the two major male archetypes in 20th Century literature as Leopold Bloom and Hannibal Lecter. M.D. Bloom, the perpetual victim, the kind and gentle fellow who finishes last, represented an astonishing breakthrough to new levels of realism in the novel, and also symbolized the view of humanity that hardly anybody could deny c. 1900-1950. History, sociology, economics, psychology et al. confirmed Joyce’s view of Everyman as victim. 

Bloom, exploited and downtrodden by the Brits for being Irish and rejected by many of the Irish for being Jewish, does indeed epiphanize humanity in the first half of the 20th Century. And he remains a nice guy despite everything that happens... 

Dr Lecter, my candidate for the male archetype of 1951-2000, will never win any Nice Guy awards, I fear, but he symbolizes our age as totally as Bloom symbolized his. 

Hannibal's wit, erudition, insight into others, artistic sensitivity, scientific knowledge etc. make him almost a walking one man encyclopedia of Western Civilization. 

As for his "hobbies" as he calls them — well, according to the World Game Institute, since the end of World War II, in which 60,000,000 human beings were murdered by other human beings, 193, 000,000 more humans have been murdered by other humans in brush wars, revolutions, insurrections etc. 

What better symbol of our age than a serial killer? 

Hell, can you think of any recent U.S. President who doesn't belong in the Serial Killer Hall of Fame? 

And their motives make no more sense, and no less sense, than Dr Lecter's Darwinian one-man effort to rid the planet of those he finds outstandingly loutish and uncouth. ”

"Previous Thoughts" at rawilson.com

The 3-Quark Model of 1990

“Something CHANGED in The Culture around 1990...”

— Camile Paglia 

If you love somebody enough

You'll follow wherever they go

That's how I got to Memphis

That's how I got to Memphis

If you love somebody enough

You'll go where your heart wants to go

That's how I got to Memphis

That's how I got to Memphis

I know if you'd seen her you'd tell me 'cause you are my friend

I've got to find her and find out the trouble she's in

If you tell me that she's not here

I'll follow the trail of her tears

That's how I got to Memphis

That's how I got to Memphis

She would get mad and she used to say

That she'd come back to Memphis someday

That's how I got to Memphis

That's how I got to Memphis

I haven't eaten a bite

Or slept for three days and nights

That's how I got to Memphis

That's how I got to Memphis

I've got to find her and tell her that I love her so

I'll never rest 'til I find out why she had to go

Thank you for your precious time

Forgive me if I start to cryin'

That's how I got to Memphis (x8)

Zen and The Art of Holding The Table-Tennis Paddle

Sam-8 :

Hey, you want to play some ping-pong?

  
No.

Sam-8 :
 
 
Come on, I'll teach you.
It'll help you relax.

  
What's the score? 

2-18.

  
OK

Sam-8 :
 
 
Do you want me to show you how to hold that?

No...No, I...

  
I don't need you to show me how to hold it!

Sam-8 :
 
 
OK, OK

  
Yeah, "OK" 

Should we play? 

Yeah!

  
Fuck! God!

  
Shit!

  
19-2.

  
Yeah...

Sam-8 :
 
 
You want a...You want a stick of gum?

You know...

  
You should approach this in a different way.
 
Remember when you went to flight school? 

What are you doing?

  
I'm fixing the net.

Sam-8 :
It is very Zen with ping-pong,
you have to just to relax.

  
How long did it take you took to do that?

Sam-8 :
 
 
Oh, I don't remember doing all of it.
I remember doing the church...
and the Salvation Army.
And doing the people.
My mind has been acting kind of weird lately.

  
That's Fairfield, right?

Sam-8 :
There's the town hall.

  
Fairfield, that's right...

Sam-8 :
 
 
Yeah, that's Tess...and Eve...

  
You...

Sam-8 :
 
 
You know Tess?

  
Yeah, I know Tess.

Sam-8 :
 
 
You know about Eve, right? 

What?

Sam-8 :
 
 
I had a...We had a girl...
Eve.
Ain't she beautiful?
She's my little monkey.
She's our little monkey.
High five!
She might be the milkman's, but she's beautiful.