What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby...

Joel: What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fuckin' Moby Dick, he was so poor and forgot by the time he died that in his obituary they called him Henry Melville. You know, like why bother? They're just going to forget our fuckin' names anyway. I heard Em went back to New York. James Brennan: I wish it didn't end like that, I should've - I don't know. [Beat] James Brennan: Your Herman Melville story that - that's bullshit. Joel: It's true, they called him Henry. James Brennan: No, I mean, he wrote a seven-hundred page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was a pretty passionate guy, Joel. I hope they call me Henry when I die, too. Joel: One can only hope

I can't pull it off. I'm stuck here. What's the point of being a writer or an artist anyway? Herman Melville wrote fucking Moby Dick, and he was so poor and forgotten by the time he died that in his obituary, they called him Henry Melville. You know? Like, why bother? They're just gonna forget our fucking names anyway. Viet Cong, Viet Cong! I'm coming! I got it! I heard Em went back to New York. I wish it didn't end like that. I should've... I don't know. Get behind me. Boom! I got two! There's one! There's two! What's that? Boom! Boom! Boom, baby, boom! Your Herman Melville story, that's bullshit. It's true. They called him Henry. No, I mean he wrote a 700-page allegorical novel about the whaling industry. I think he was... I think he was a pretty passionate guy, Joel. I hope they call me Henry when I die, too. Yeah? One can only hope. Brennan, don't get all drunk and fall asleep. -Why? -Because I'll jack off on your face. -Okay, I'm gonna go. -What? I'll see you around, Frigo. All right. Good luck with him. Even. Good one! That was nice, Brennan. That was nice. That must have hurt.