Yeah, well, he's from a Third World country. He doesn't have it
What? What the fuck do you know about the third world? You been
there? No? No, well, I have. Fuckers live like sardines in a can
over there, you know. Everything stinks. It's true, there's no,
you know, law, no order. No nothing. The assholes come over here,
they think it's gonna be the same.
Hey, he's a human being you can give him that much.
Actually, the only thing I gotta give that guy is a one-way
ticket back to Greaseball-land.
Yeah, well, that pizza could feed a family of four in Turkey or
India or wherever the fuck he comes from.
Oh yeah? Oh, how'd you ship it over there, man? Federal Express?
Hm? By the time it got there it'd be way cold and coagulated.
Total waste. Cheese be stuck to the cardboard.
Buff, that slice is the difference between life and death for
some half-dead Bangladeshi.
Yo, your gettin' me all upset here.
You should get upset. Everyone should get upset. When, when
Hitler was greasing the Jews, people were saying, "Don't get me
upset. Your bumming me out." My duty as a human being is to be
pissed off. Jesus Christ, not that it makes a difference on the
first fucking place. Nothing ever changes, man. Fifty years from
now we're all gonna be dead and there'll be new people standing
here drinking beer, eating pizza, bitching and moaning about the
price of Oreos, and they won't even know we were ever here. And
then fifty years after that those suckers will be dust and bones
and there'll be all these generations of suckers trying to figure
out what they're doing on this fucking planet and they'll all be
full of shit. It's all so fucking futile.