I know why you have the haircut.
I told you, it's 'cause I like it.
I believe that. I like it, too. I think you like it for a reason. You're not the person people think you are. You want 'em to know who you are.
Not following you.
If you didn't have that mullet, you'd probably be like everybody else in the labs. But you're not like everybody else. I think a lot of people in your position probably woulda given up, but you didn't.
There were people-- a lot of them along the way-- they made sure I didn't give up. It wasn't me remotely.
It was. You started this thing. And you're not like Samson. He was kind of a mess.
Not following you.
Well, his story goes that one day when a lion attacked him, God gave him strength and he tore it apart. Then he goes back one day, he's by himself, and he sees that bees have made a hive in the carcass. So later he tells this riddle to people. "Out of the eater, something to eat. Out of the strong, something sweet." And I always thought, "How the hell are people supposed to know the answer when it's just about his own life? When the only place the answer is, is in his own head?"










