Date created: April 2010
Birthdate June 23, 1964
Country United States
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
Equality is not a concept. It's not something we should be striving for. It's a necessity. Equality is like gravity. We need it to stand on this earth as men and women, and the misogyny that is in every culture is not a true part of the human condition. It is life out of balance, and that imbalance is sucking something out of the soul of every man and woman who's confronted with it. We need equality. Kinda now.
Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes
They've got those hoppy legs and twitchy little noses
And what's with all the carrots?
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?
Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be Bunnies!
Topher Brink: I'm working! What are you doing? Besides being...
Adelle DeWitt: Being what?
Topher Brink: Wait a minute...
Adelle DeWitt: Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British?
Topher Brink: It's an animal.
Adelle DeWitt: Where?
Topher Brink: No, the word!
Adelle DeWitt: Still you have to admit, I am... very British. I don't say hard R's.
Topher Brink: You know what I like? Brown sauce. What's it made of? Science doesn't know!
Adelle DeWitt: It's made of brown.
Topher Brink: Brown. Mined from the earth by the hardscrabble brown miners of North Brownderton.
Adelle DeWitt: Oh, my God. I find lentils completely incomprehensible. What the sun-dappled hell is Echo doing at Fremont?
Topher Brink: That's got nothing to do with the drug, which means our problems are huge and indomitable.
Adelle DeWitt: Ooh. I could eat that word. Or a crisp. Do you have any crisps?
Topher Brink: You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!
Adelle DeWitt: Oh my god, I'm having such a terrible day.