George
[voiceover] That night, a man was killed by a speeding car and I was there to take his soul. The street on which he died turned into a flowing river of light, and he hesitated at its banks. I told him to take a deep breath as if its the last one you will ever take, because sometimes in life, or in death I guess, you just never know.
[Mason buries Ray's corpse as Daisy watches him through the window crying.]
George
[voiceover] There are things inside you that no one wants to face. Things that you keep secret, even from yourself. But secrets are funny. The things you try to hide always turn out to be the things you can't forget
George
[voiceover] I guess there's always something out there to hide from, something out there you just can't face. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. So you'll hide for as long as you can, but that's not easy either, all that hiding... Five Mississippi. In the end, what you were so afraid of turns out not to be so scary after all. Six Mississippi, seven. Because you have to know that if you're hiding, more often than not, your fears will come looking for you.
[George stops by her tombstone, where her sleeping mother and sister have camped out for El Día de los Muertos (The Day of the Dead).]
George
[voiceover] I'm not supposed to be here… but I am. I don't know if I'm supposed to watch over them… or just haunt them.
[She leaves some candy and tucks their blanket around them. She walks off, then turns back to see Reggie looking her way.]
George
[voiceover] Either way, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't having fun.
[She smiles and resumes her departure.]
George
[voiceover] I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be here. Walking through a graveyard, the day after Halloween… on a quiet and beautiful November morning… It's not so bad, being dead like me.
[The camera closes in on cubicle land, where a teenage girl with a dull expression listens to her headset.]
George
[voiceover] That's me. I'd say I'm sorry to disappoint you… but I'm not. I excel at not giving a shit. Experience has taught me that interest begets expectation, and expectation begets disappointment, so the key to avoiding disappointment is to avoid interest. A equals B equals C equals A, or… whatever. I also don't have a lot of interest in being a good person or a bad person. From what I can tell, either way, you're screwed.
[Cut to a guy robbing a convenience store…]
George
[voiceover] Bad people are punished by society's law.
[… only to find the police outside. Bad guy is shot dead. Cut to a woman, standing precariously on a picket fence to lure a treed cat with food.]
George
[voiceover] And good people…
CWCat Woman
Who's the pretty kitty? Ooh, you are. Come on, sweetheart.
[The woman falls off the fence. Pan down to the dead woman…]
George
[voiceover] … are punished by Murphy's Law.
[… then over to the cat on the ground, eating the food. Cut back to the office.]
George
[voiceover] So you see my dilemma.
George
So what's next? Onward and upward?
Onward not upward. No pearly gates for you, no choirs of angels neither.
George
You dick! You're sending me to hell?!
Don't flatter yourself. You're not that interesting.
[seeing un-George for the first time]
George
Who decides what we look like?
I don't know. Maybe this is what our inner child looks like when it grows up.
George
If that were the case, it looks like my inner child's road to adulthood was paved with crack cocaine, ten-dollar blowjobs, and maybe even a trick baby or two.
Well, you really fucked the dog, Peanut.
George
What?
What? You had an appointment.
George
I didn't make an appointment.
Doesn't matter who made the appointment. You had an appointment.
George
Correct me if I'm wrong but- mission accomplished.
You're wrong. That was me correcting you.
George
I'm confused.
He's still in there, you silly bitch.
[Flashback to the dead man's soul screaming as he is forced to watch his own autopsy.]
George
Holy shit! Is he in pain?
Physically, no. He's dead. But emotionally, I imagine this sort of thing is pretty traumatic.
You like spaghetti, George? I like spaghetti. I like board games. I like grabbing a trifecta with that long shot on top... that ozone smell you get from air purifiers... and I like knowing the space between my ears is immeasurable... Mahler's first, Bernstein conducting. You've got to think about all the things you like and decide whether they're worth sticking around for. And if they are, you'll find a way to do this.
George
And what if I don’t?
Then you go away, and you don't get to like anything anymore.