“Excuse me, nurse? I’m here with Patient THX 1140, and he seems to have taken leave of his senses.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, his senses are scattered here all over the floor, and there’s no sign of him.”
“Hmmm. That IS concerning.”
“Concerning what?”
“It’s concerning, that’s all.”
“Concerning what? Concerning Henry?”
“No, that’s ‘Regarding Henry’ with Harrison Ford. And Patient THX 1140 is not named Henry.”
“Of course not, he’s named THX 1140 — it’s a Lucas homage.”
“Lucas Skywalker?”
“No, that’s someone else entirely.”
“Oh! The horse of a different color you’ve heard tell about?”
“Now you’re in Oz.”
“Wouldn’t you be?”
“No, I’d eat ivy, too. Wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, get that boy under control.”
“Why?”
“Why?! Because control is what it’s all about.”
“You’re a control freak?”
“No, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“No, you are.”
“Well, one of us is.”
“Or both.”
“Or neither.”
“You’re talking to yourself as if you’re two people.”
“Three.”
“What?”
“Id, ego, superego.”
“You’re a Jung man, then.”
“No, actually I’m officially old now.”
“What the actual F—”
“Now, now, now!”
“Here and now?”
“Just now. That’s all we have.”
“Got that right.”
“Left right left.”
“How did we get here?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“No.”