“More Latin?” I was going to need a fucking guidebook to keep track of a language I thought was as dead as my mother.”
“I want to write my own eulogy, and I want to write it in Latin. It seems only fitting to read a dead language at my funeral.”
“It’s in Latin.”“So? What does it say?”“I don’t read Latin!”“You’re kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn’t that the international language for smart people?”
“My brain as the engine, with thoughts trailing to the caboose, on a one-track mind we keep going forward.”
“Latin is already a dead language, man... don't make it any deader.”
“I’m talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen.” “I thought your mother was dead.” “She is.” “You have a very low standard for communication.”