- John: Mean motherfucker God is.
- Danny: I thought death was bad.
- John: Not for those genuflecting large mouth bass. Death is their last hope.
- Danny: I'm confused.
- John: So am I, Danny boy.
- Danny: Where are we?
- John: The gateway to oblivion; the final destination of our meaninglessnes. who fucking knows... What's your name?
- Danny: Danny
- John: Pleased to meet you, Danny. My name's John.
- Danny: Who are you?
- John: I'm one the Catcher in the Rye didn't catch. Chalk. Soap. Cream Corn.
- Danny: What?
- John: Don't get me started or I'll start quoting Keats.
- Danny: These are dead people?
- John: Yes, Danny. As dead as door knobs.
- Danny: Why are they dead?
- John: Well, Danny... it's like this: we all die. Some day, sooner than you think, you'll be laid our like a fish on ice. Just like all those other sturgeon. Are you with me, Danny Boy?
- Danny: Uh... I had a tuna fish sandwish for lunch.
- John: You see, the thing is, Danny; most people are dead before they die. It's the air conditioned nightmare.