George Carlin: I close my eyes and picture myself making the motions of treading water, and then I start floating over trees and houses and farms and fields that are crosshatched.
Richard Kelly: Stunningly beautiful and ambient.
Carlin: Yes, wasn’t it? Your heart is racing, it’s a rush.
Kelly: It was a very intentional low monotone.
Carlin: But I had to repress my hatred, and that took its toll.
Kelly: You kinda have to destroy yourself.
Carlin: Completely. But that’s Hollywood liberalism for you.
Kelly: Why does Jesus win?
Carlin: Because partial success implies overwhelming failure.
Kelly: Even the orbs, the glowing orbs.
Carlin: That’s when I feel my immortality.
Kelly: We might have to take a cab back.
Carlin: The body language in those photos tells you everything. A performer who kisses the audience’s ass is full of shit.
Kelly: They’ll boo and hiss. They’ll walk out. It could trigger a cataclysm or existence shutting itself down.
Carlin: I guess that makes me part vandal, part museum curator.
Kelly: But that's kind of—that's what being an artist is.
Carlin: Fuckin’ A.