Masterpiece
>>220337629one of the most jewish movies I've seen
>All my life, I’ve lived and worked in the big city, which, now what I think of it, is kind of a problem, since I always feel uncomfortable around crowds. I mean it. I have this fear of enclosed spaces. Everything makes me feel trapped all the time. You know, I always tell myself there’s gotta be something better out there. But maybe I think too much. I think everything must go back to the fact that I had a very anxious childhood. You know, my mother never had time for me. When you’re the middle child in a family of 5 million, you don’t get any attention. I mean, how is it possible? And I’ve always had these abandonment issues which plague me. My father was basically a drone, like I’ve said. And, you know, the guy flew away when I was just a larva. And... my job. Don’t get me started on, because it really annoys me. I was not cut out to be a worker, I’ll tell you right now. I feel physically inadequate. My whole life, I’ve never been able to lift more than 10 times my own body weight. And, when you get down to it, handling dirt is, you know, ewww, is not my idea of a rewarding career. It’s this whole gung-ho superorganism thing that, you know, I can’t get. I try, but I don’t get it. I mean, you know, what is it? I’m supposed to do everything for the colony? And what about my needs? What about me? I’ve gotta believe there’s someplace out there that’s better than this. Otherwise, I would just curl up in a larval position and weep.... The whole system makes me feel... insignificant>Excellent. You made a real breakthrough>I have?>Yes, Z. You are insignificant
Termites war is great
>I've been kidnapped by the village idiot>Who's the bigger idiot, the idiot or the idiot who gets kidnapped by the idiot?>What'd you do, talk those termites to death? I can't believe you tried to pass yourself off as a soldier. Why are you stalking me? Don't you realize that I'm out of your league?>You're the one who was cruising the worker bar looking for a little action. And you just happened to find it. The swarthy, earthy, sensual worker>Please. I was slumming it. Don't you get it? I chose you because you were the most pathetic little bug in the joint>You know, I was gonna let you become part of my most erotic fantasies. But now, you can forget that. Write it off, you know. I guess what you prefer is old blood and guts. That guy's idea of a romantic night out is two seats at a public execution. Boy, you really chose the right husband>For your information, the general and I are deeply, deeply in... engaged
>There you have it. Your average "boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy changes underlying social order" story... So what else can I tell you? We rebuilt the colony. It's even better than before, you know, 'cause now it has a very large indoor swimming pool. Bala and I, incidentally, are thinking of starting a family, you know, just a few kids, maybe a million or two to begin with. And I'm workin' with a new therapist, you know, terrific, absolutely terrific. He's been putting me in touch with my inner maggot, which is helping me a great deal. And, you know, I finally feel like I've found my place. And you know what? It's right back where I started. But the difference is, this time, I chose it
