A Real Pain

Benji: We stay moving, we stay light, we stay agile. David: Yeah. Benji: The conductor's gonna come through taking tickets. We tell him we're going to the bathroom. David: The bathroom. Okay. Benji: He gets to the back of the train, he starts heading towards the front looking for stragglers. David: Sorry, we're the stragglers? Benji: Yeah. By the time he gets to the front, the train's gonna be in the station and we're home free. David: This is so fucking stupid. Benji: Man, what's stupid is the corporatization of travel. Ensuring that the rich move around the world, propagate their elitist loins, while the poor stay cut off from society. David: That's great, we can argue Marxism while they're hauling us off to Siberia. Benji: Siberia is in Russia, Dave. David: This is ridiculous. Tickets are probably like twelve bucks. Benji: It's the principle of paying. We shouldn't have to pay for train tickets in Poland. This is our country. David: No, it's not. It was our country. They kicked us o

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Benji: [in their hotel room] How the fuck are we supposed to smoke a joint in here? They fuckin' locked the windows. It's like a goddamn police state. David: Yo, man, I think I might just wanna crash. We've been up for like twenty-four hours. Benji: Don't. Don't tell me you're gonna sleep on me. This is our first night together in fuckin' years. David: I don't know. I'm exhausted, I haven't showered... Benji: You're exhausted? Dude, the weed's gonna help you sleep. David: Is it the kind that helps you sleep? Benji: No, it's the other kind.

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Marcia: David, we numb ourselves to avoid thinking about our impact. Eloge: Ignoring the proverbial slaughterhouse to enjoy the steak, as it were. Benji: Yes, Eloge! Damn, that's a good analogy. David: No, and I get that, I get all that, it just seems like maybe there's, like, a time and a place to grieve, and maybe it's not... Benji: Yo, Dave. David: What? Benji: We're on a fucking Holocaust tour. If now is not the time and place to grieve, to open up, I don't know what to tell you, man.

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Marcia: Last year my daughter married a very rich man. Benji: Oh, fuck. Marcia: And she's incapable of having a conversation with any depth anymore. Benji: Well, yeah, of course. Money's like fucking heroin for boring people.

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David: Sorry about him. Eloge: No, no. Diane: What a troubled young man. Eloge: He wants to be good. You can see the spark. Do you know what I mean? Marcia: Yeah. Absolutely, Eloge. Mark: Forgive me if I don't see this magical spark. Diane: Oh, Mark, stop it. He's tormented, for whatever reason. Mark: Okay. Marcia: He's funny and he's charming under all the mishegoss. Diane: I feel bad for him. Marcia: Has he always been like this? David: Yeah. I mean, he's always been, like, up and down, you know? Like, he's sensitive, and he, like, sees people so clearly, you know? But then you say the wrong thing and, like, something switches. Or maybe it's not appropriate to talk about him. Marcia: No. Diane: No, what's not appropriate? You obviously got something going on between you and, uh - well, he's clearly in pain. David: Yeah, but isn't everyone in pain in some way? I mean, look at what happened to our families, look at where we came from. I mean, who isn't - you know, who isn't wrought? Ma

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Marcia: If I hear from my kids once a month, it's a shock. Benji: Oh, Marcia. Fuck those guys. Man, I wouldn't miss a week.

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