Okay, here's what's gonna happen: You're gonna forget everything you know about Helen. Every memory, every thought she ever had. Get her out of your head. Heads!
Cheer me up? Why? I'm fine! I'm so happy! There's nothing wrong with me that a fuckin' hand grenade wouldn't fix. You got one of those? Because I think that would be the perfect topper for the greatest week in human history.
You people make no goddamn sense, do you know that? "We wanna make you happy", you say. "Your life is your own", you say. And agency, I've got all this agency! But, I mean, I guess I have agency just until I don't?
Carol, if you were walking by a lake and you saw somebody drowning, would you throw them a life preserver? Of course you would. You wouldn't think, you wouldn't wait, you wouldn't try to get consensus on it. You'd just throw it.
To blow shit up, for kicks. I mean, does it matter? You gave me a grenade, for fuck's sake. [A long beat. Carol leans forward.] It'd be okay to say "No" at this point. That would be sane. Not utterly, batshit crazy.
DGDHL Guy
If you truly wanted a nuclear weapon, we would weigh the pros and cons with you. We would explain that it would be very destructive...
Ultimately... Yes. We wouldn't necessarily feel good about it. But we would move Heaven and Earth to make you happy, Carol. Would you like an atom bomb?