That's not what I'm saying, imbecile. You guys completely misrepresent my ideas, why would...

[first lines] Boris Yellnikoff: That's not what I'm saying, imbecile. You guys completely misrepresent my ideas, why would I even want to talk with those idiots. Boris' Friend: Just calm down. Boris' Friend: That's not true, Boris. Boris Yellnikoff: No, don't tell me to calm down, I am calm. Just stop. Boris' Friend: Don't jump on us just because we don't understand what you're saying. Boris Yellnikoff: I didn't jump on you. It's not the idea behind Christianity I'm faulting, or Judaism, or any religion. It's the professionals who've made it into corporate business. There's big money in the god racket, big money. Boris' Friend: Here we go...

That's not what l'm saying, you imbecile. God, you completely misrepresent my ideas! Why am l even bothering talking to such idiots? -Boris, calm down. -No, don't tell me to... l am calm. Don't jump on us just because we don't understand what you're saying. l didn't jump on you. lt's not the idea behind Christianity l'm faulting, or Judaism, or any religion. lt's the professionals who've made it into a corporate business. There's big money in the God racket. Big money. -Here we go. -We know, Boris. Hey, the basic teachings of Jesus are quite wonderful. So, by the way, is the original intention of Karl Marx. Okay? Hey, what could be bad? Everybody should share equally. Do unto others. Democracy. Government by the people. All great ideas. These are all great ideas, but they all suffer from one fatal flaw. -Which is? -Yeah, what's that? Which is they're all based on the fallacious notion that people are fundamentally decent. Give them a chance to do right and they'll take it. They're not stupid, selfish, greedy, cowardly, short-sighted worms. They do the best they can. Speak for yourself, man. Speak for yourself. All l'm saying is that people make life so much worse than it has to be and, believe me, it's a nightmare without their help. But on the whole, l'm sorry to say, we're a failed species. -l wouldn't go that far. -Not Ed. That's why this woman you like, Joe, so what if she's an embalmer's assistant, so she stinks from formaldehyde? For Christ's sake, you got to take what little pleasure you can find in this chamber of horrors. A little formaldehyde, okay, but she reeks of it. You know, they don't know your story. Boris, tell them your story.