The Beaver

& Walter: Who are you?
    Beaver: I’m the Beaver, Walter, and I’m here to save your goddamn life.

& Jerry Co employee: And who exactly are you supposed to be?
    Beaver: Bollocks. Did I forget to introduce meself? You may simply call me the Beaver.

& Walter: Sometimes we reach a point where, in order to go on, we have to wipe the slate* clean. We start to see ourselves as a box that we’re trapped inside. And no matter how we try and escape, self-help, therapy, drugs, we just sink further and further down. The only way to truly break out of the box is just to get rid of it altogether. I mean, you built it in the first place. If the people around you are breaking your spirit, who needs them? Your wife who pretends to love you, your son who can’t even stand you. I mean, put them out of their misery. Starting over isn’t crazy. Crazy is being miserable and walking around half asleep, numb, day after day after day. Crazy is pretending to be happy. Pretending that the way things are is the way they have to be for the rest of your bleeding life. All the potential, hope, all that joy, feeling, all that passion that life has sucked out of you. Reach out, grab a hold of it and snatch it back from that blood-sucking rabble*.

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& Walter: Hey, little fella. How are you?
    Henry: Good.
    Walter: What’s that?
    Henry: It’s a brain. Mom says yours got broken.
    Walter: This will come in handy.
    Henry: So, are you crazy?
    Walter: Maybe. We’re working on it.

& Norah / Porter: Good afternoon, graduates, dead poets, painters, future Einsteins, and all those in between. Today I’m here to warn you that you are being lied to. Our parents, our teachers, our doctors have lied to us. And it’s the exact same lie. The same six words, “Everything is going to be okay.” But what if it isn’t?

& Norah / Porter: What if some of human experience is just something you inherit, like curly hair or blue eyes? What if pain is just in your DNA and tragedy is your birthright? Or what if... sometimes... right out of the blue, when you least expect it, shit just happens? “Shit just happens.”

& Norah: So what do I do with that? What do any of us do, besides lie? This is what I believe. ... While everything may not always be okay, one thing I know is true. You do not have to be alone.

-- Dict:
slate — шифер
rabble — чернь; сброд; толпа

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