Radio Days

I wonder if future generations will ever even hear about us. It's not likely. After enough time, everything passes. I don't care how big we are or how important are our lives.

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This is a coincidence. I meet nobody from the old neighborhood in years. I finally do, and I gotta kill her.

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Narrator: Then there were my father and mother, two people who could find an argument in any subject. Father: Wait, you think the Atlantic is a greater ocean than the Pacific? Mother: No. Have it your way. The Pacific is greater. Narrator: I mean, how many people argue over oceans?

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Mother: I don't know what to do, Rabbi. Every night, he listens to the radio. I can't keep him away. I say, "Go to the beach. Play in the sun. Get some fresh air." No. "The Lone Ranger," "The Shadow," "The Masked Avenger." Rabbi Baumel: This is not good. This boy needs discipline. Radio, it's all right once in a while. Otherwise, it tends to induce bad values false dreams, lazy habits. Listening to the radio these stories of foolishness and violence this is no way for a boy to grow up! Joe: You speak the truth, my faithful Indian companion. Rabbi Baumel: To a rabbi you say "my faithful Indian companion"? [hits him in a head]

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Roger: I hope 1944 turns out well. They pass so quickly. Where do they all go? Biff Baxter: So quickly. Then we get old. And we never knew what any of it was about.

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Mother: I think you have these qualities that you demand and when you meet a nice man you disqualify him for the smallest fault. Bea: That's not true. Mother: So, what was wrong with Nat Bernstein? Bea: He wore white socks with a tuxedo!

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