The first line in I Heart Huckabees.

“Mother-fucking, cocksucker, 
mother-fucking, shit-fucker, 
what am I doing? 

What am I doing?

I don’t know what I’m doing. 
I’m doing the best that I can. 
I know that’s all I can ask of myself.

Is that good enough?

Is my work doing any good? 
Is anybody paying attention? 
Is it hopeless to try and change things?

The African guy is a sign, right?
Because if he isn’t 
than nothing in this world makes any sense to me;

I’m fucked.

Maybe I should quit. 
Don’t quit.

Maybe I should just fucking quit.

Don’t fucking quit. 
Just, I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do anymore.