Mickey’s father: How the hell do I know why there were Nazis? I don’t know how the can opener works!
Mickey: I went into a store, I bought a rifle. I was gonna. . . you know, if they told me that I had a tumor, I was going to kill myself. The only thing that might’ve stopped me, might’ve, is my parents would be devastated. I would, I woulda’ had to shoot them, also, first. And then, I have an aunt and an uncle, I would have, you know, it would have been a bloodbath.
Frederick: You see the whole culture. Nazis, deodorant salesmen, wrestlers, beauty contests, a talk show. Can you imagine the level of a mind that watches wrestling? But the worst are the fundamentalist preachers. Third grade con men telling the poor suckers that watch them that they speak with Jesus, and to please send in money. Money, money, money! If Jesus came back and saw what’s going on in his name, he’d never stop throwing up.
Hannah: Could you have ruined yourself somehow?
Mickey: How could I ruin myself?
Hannah: I don’t know. Excessive masturbation?
Mickey: You gonna start knockin’ my hobbies?