Eight-year-olds, Dude. Let me out, what you see is not the same person as me. My life's a lie. I'm not who you're looking. Let me out. Set me free. I'm really old. This isn't me. My real body is slowly dieing in a vat. Is anybody listening? Can anyone understand? Stop looking at me like that and actually help me. Help me. Help me I'm gunna die. ... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. Having a family doesn't mean that you stop being an individual. Dong zhu! Buxu zou! That gum you like is going to come back in style. What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, Morty? The answer is: Don't think about it. Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads. That’s life, you know, we never end up where you thought you wanted to be.

Mundo will go where he pleases!

But Mr. Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months.