Everybody's running around here wondering when the bombs are gonna fall, and the fact of the matter is that the bombs have already fallen.

Man, I just had the weirdest dream back on the bus there.

Okay. I'm Dostoyevsky. You're Anna. We're writing The Gambler.

You know about the suppressed transmission, of course?

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran...

I've gone over it again and again and again in my head

Now, from the beginning...