Calling Woody Allen... Earth calling Manhattan... please!!!
MICKEY (gesturing)
Look, you're getting on in years, right? Aren't you afraid of dying?
Mickey's ****** walks offscreen again, to the kitchen sink.
****** (offscreen)
Why should I be afraid?
MICKEY (loudly gesturing)
Oh! 'Cause you won't exist!
****** (offscreen)
So?
MICKEY (gesturing)
That thought doesn't terrify you?
Mickey's ****** walks out of the kitchen, past his ***, to
the living room.
****** (waving his arm)
Who thinks about such nonsense? Now I'm alive. When I'm dead, I'll be dead.
MICKEY (following his ******, gesturing)
I don't understand. Aren't you frightened?
****** (offscreen)
Of what? I'll be ***********.
MICKEY (turning and walking down the hallway)
Yeah, I know. But never to exist again!
****** (offscreen)
How do you know?
MICKEY
Well, it certainly doesn't look promising.
Mickey stops at the bathroom door at the other end of the
hallway. He starts to pound it.
****** (offscreen)
Who knows what'll be?
Mickey's ****** comes back on screen; he's carrying a plate
of hors d'oeuvres and an empty glass towards the kitchen.
He stops and looks down the hall at Mickey, who's now
struggling to open the bathroom door.
****** (gesturing with his hands full)
I'll either be *********** or I won't. If not, I'll deal with it then. I'm not gonna worry now about what's gonna be when I'm ***********.
MICKEY (pounding on the door)
m-m, come out!
****** (offscreen in the bathroom)
Of course there's a God, you idiot! You don't believe in God?
MICKEY (sighing)
But if there's a God, then wh-why is there so much evil in the world?
(shrugging) What-- Just on a simplistic level. Why-why were there Nazis?
****** (offscreen in the bathroom)
Tell him, Max.
Mickey, reacting, hits his forehead.
****** (offscreen)
How the hell do I know why there were Nazis? I don't know how the can opener works.