Cole, you’re wandering all over the track!
Yeah, well this son of a bitch just slammed into me.
No, no, he didn’t slam you, he didn’t bump you, he didn’t nudge you… he *rubbed* you. And rubbin, son, is racin’.
I have men at my back, and you stand alone and defy me?
I’m not alone.
[Dirk wants Al to pull a ”Panama”]
What’s a Panama?
It’s a Navy thing.
I didn’t know you were in Panama.
We weren’t in Panama, we were in Nicaragua.
So why do you call it a Panama?
Because we thought we were in Panama!
Save the planet. Whenever I’ve read that bumper sticker I’ve had to laugh. Save the planet. What for? And for what, ourselves? What about God, can He help us? I don’t think so. God gave us what we have to see how we use it. Shit, rats in a cage would have done it better. Life’s a bitch and then you die – bumper sticker philosophy. Yeah, right. Sometimes, you get a second chance.
”Why?” That is the question people ask me most. Pourquoi? Why? For what? Why do you walk on the wire? Why do you tempt fate? Why do you risk death. But, I don’t think of it this way. I never even say this word, death. La mort. Yes of okay, I said it once, or maybe three times, just now… But watch, I *will* not say it again. Instead, I use the opposite word. Life. For me, to walk on the wire, this is life. C’est la vie.
[now standing in the torch of the Statue of Liberty]
So, picture with me it’s 1974, New York city, and I am in love with two buildings – two towers. Or as everyone in the world will calls them, the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center. They call to me. These towers, they stir something inside of me, and they inspire in me a dream. My dream is to hang a high-wire between those twin towers, and *walk* on it! Of course, uh, this is impossible, not to mention, illegal. So, why attempt the impossible? Why follow your dream? But, I cannot answer this question why, not with words. But I can show you how i happened. And so, we must go back in time, and across the ocean, because my love affair with these beautiful towers did not begin in New York. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m not from here. No, my story begins in another one of the world’s most beautiful cities, se Paris.
To see your world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower. Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, An eternity in an hour. William Blake.
The Old Man:
Keep your thought as pure as the water.
Hey, this water ain’t really that pure.
The Old Man:
Un-heh, neither are you.
[as he’s taking off his diving suit to reveal his tuxedo]
Maybe one day I’ll wear this to a party I’m actually invited to.