Naked (1993)

Peter Wight: Brian

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• Brian : Waste not, want not.

  Johnny : And other clichés.

  Brian : But a cliché is full of truth, otherwise it wouldn't be a cliché.

  Johnny : Which is in itself a cliché.

• Johnny : Has nobody not told you, Brian, that you've got this kind of gleeful preoccupation with the future? I wouldn't even mind, but you don't even have a fuckin' future, I don't have a future. Nobody has a future. The party's over. Take a look around you man, it's all breaking up. Are you not familiar with the book of Revelations of St. John, the final book of the Bible prophesying the apocalypse?... He forced everyone to receive a mark on his right hand or on his forehead so that no one shall be able to buy or sell unless he has the mark, which is the name of the beast, or the number of his name, and the number of the beast is 6-6-6... What can such a specific prophecy mean? What is the mark? Well the mark, Brian, is the barcode, the ubiquitous barcode that you'll find on every bog roll and packet of johnnies and every poxy pork pie, and every fuckin' barcode is divided into two parts by three markers, and those three markers are always represented by the number 6. 6-6-6! Now what does it say? No one shall be able to buy or sell without that mark. And now what they're planning to do in order to eradicate all credit card fraud and in order to precipitate a totally cashless society, what they're planning to do, what they've already tested on the American troops, they're going to subcutaneously laser tattoo that mark onto your right hand, or onto your forehead. They're going to replace plastic with flesh. Fact! In the same book of Revelations when the seven seals are broken open on the day of judgment and the seven angels blow the trumpets, when the third angel blows her bugle, wormwood will fall from the sky, wormwood will poison a third part of all the waters and a third part of all the land and many many many people will die! Now do you know what the Russian translation for wormwood is?... Chernobyl! Fact. On August the 18th, 1999, the planets of our solar system are gonna line up into the shape of a cross... They're gonna line up in the signs of Aquarius, Leo, Taurus, and Scorpio, which just happen to correspond to the four beasts of the apocalypse, as mentioned in the book of Daniel, another fuckin' fact! Do you want me to go on? The end of the world is nigh, Brian, the game is up!

  Brian : I don't believe that. Life can't just come to a stop.

  Johnny : All right, I'm not saying that life will end or the world will end, or the universe will cease to exist. But man will cease to exist! Just like the dinosaurs passed into extinction, the same thing will happen to us! We're not fuckin' important! We're just a crap idea!

• Brian : What are you doing here?

  Johnny : Well, I was standing over *there*, but that didn't seem to be working out for me, so I moved over here, but this one isn't much better.

• Johnny : Look, if you take the whole of time and represent it by one year, were only in the first few moments of the first of January. There's a long way to go. Only now were not going to spout extra limbs and wings and fins because evolution itself is evolving. When it comes, the apocalypse itself will be part of the process of that leap of evolution.

  Brian : Yeah, well. Whatever happens mankind will not cease to exist

  Johnny : We must! By the very definition of apocalypse, mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form.

  Brian : What do you mean, in a material form?

  Johnny : We will evolve.

  Brian : What into?

  Johnny : We'll evolve into something that transcends matter, into a species of pure thought. Are you with me?

  Brian : Yeah, like a ghost.

  Johnny : Not like a fucking ghost you big girl's blouse! Into something thats well beyond our comprehension. Into a universal consciousness. Into God. Who is by the same principle that time is.

  Brian : You don't believe in God

  Johnny : Of course I believe in God!

• Johnny : And what is it what goes on in this postmodern gas chamber?

  Brian : Nothing. It's empty.

  Johnny : So what is it you guard, then?

  Brian : Space.

  Johnny : You're guarding space? That's stupid, isn't it? Because someone could break in there and steal all the fuckin' space and you wouldn't know it's gone, would you?

  Brian : Good point.

• Brian : Would you like a mint?

  Johnny : Is this a new policy? Ply the culprit with menthol?

• Brian : Yes, it is a boring job. Bloody boring, actually. But all you can see is the tip of the iceberg, the present, the tedious here and now. What you're incapable of seeing is the rest of time, the rest of the iceberg, past and the future - my future - which is a very interesting place to be. The good thing about this job is that it gives me time and space to contemplate the future at my leisure, whilst the city sleeps, free from the cacophonous curiosity of the hoi polloi. So, you see, it's not a boring job. And I'm not boring either.