Meet Joe Black

Allison: I should have my head examined again. Susan Parrish: Love, passion, obsession, all those things you told me to wait for, well, they've arrived. What are you afraid of, Dad? That I'll fall head over heels for Joe? Well, I have. Jamaican Woman: It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.

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William Parrish: Hello? Is anyone here? [Louder] I said is anyone here? Death: [Bill's voice] Quiet down William Parrish: Where are you? Death: I'm here William Parrish: What is this a joke, right? Some kind of elaborate practical joke? Heh, at my fortieth reunion we delivered a casket to the class presidents hotel room and uh-- Death: Quiet William Parrish: [Backing out of library] Death: Where are you going, Bill? William Parrish: I uh... Death: The great Bill Parrish at a loss of words? The man from whose lips fall "rapture" and "passion" and "obsession"? All those admonitions about being "deliriously happy, that there is no sense in living your life without" all the sparks and energy you give off, the rosy advice you dispense in round pear shaped tones. William Parrish: What the hell is this? [Creaking, a shape appears in faded window] Who are you? Death: Just think of millenniums, multiplied by eons, compounded by time without end. I've been around that long. But it's only recentl

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William Parrish: You want me to be your guide? Joe Black: You fit the bill, Bill.

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Joe Black: I want to be friends. Susan Parrish: I have many friends. Joe Black: I have none.

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William Parrish: [Walking along a crowded sidewalk] You know, I got to thinking. With you here and seemingly occupied, how's your work going, I mean, elsewhere? Joe Black: While you were shaving this morning, you weren't just shaving. William Parrish: What do you mean? Joe Black: You were hatching ideas, making plans, arriving at decisions, right? William Parrish: Yeah, I guess so Joe Black: So you get the concept. While part of you is doing one thing, another part of you is doing another, perhaps even attending to the problems of your work. Correct? William Parrish: Of course Joe Black: So you understand the idea. Congratulations, Bill. Now multiply that by infinity, take that to the depth of forever, and you still will barely have a glimpse of what I'm talking about. [Bill stops, Joe keeps walking, Bill takes Joes arm and stops him from getting hit by a car...again]

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Drew: ...the truth is, joining John Bontecou is every bit as certain as death and taxes. Joe Black: Death and taxes? Drew: Yes. Joe Black: Death and taxes? Drew: Yes. Joe Black: What an odd pairing.

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