[tires screeching]
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[Otto panting]
J. Frank Parnell.
Otto.
You ever feel as if your mind had started to erode?
No.
Ever been to Utah?
Sir, I represent the Helping Hand Acceptance Corporation.
(J. Frank) Radiation. Yes, indeed.
You hear the most outrageous lies about it.
Half-baked, goggle-box do-gooders telling everybody it's bad for you.
Pernicious nonsense.
Everybody could stand 100 chest x-rays a year.
They ought to have them, too.
When they cancelled the project, it almost did me in.
One day, my mind was literally bursting.
The next day, nothing. Swept away.
But I'll show them.
I had a lobotomy in the end. Lobotomy?
Isn't that for loonies? Not at all.
A friend of mine had one. Designer of the neutron bomb.
You ever hear of the neutron bomb?
Destroys people, but leaves buildings standing.
It fits in a suitcase. So small.
No one knows it's there, until blammo!
Eyes melt, skin explodes, everybody dead.
It's so immoral, working on the thing can drive you mad.
That's what happened to this friend of mine.
So, he had a lobotomy. Now he's well again.
What kind of car does your friend drive?
Chevy Malibu.
This is really a nice old car. Why don't you let me drive?
What do you mean?
I don't know, I mean...
Don't you feel funny? Why should I feel funny?
The two hemispheres are fundamentally at odds.
Hemisphere. Hemisphere.
You know, it's strange. I do feel funny.
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[exclaiming]