There was a fella once running for a train, and he’s carrying a pair of gloves, this man. He drops a glove on the platform, but he doesn’t notice. And then later on, inside the train, he’s sitting by the window and he realizes that he’s just got this one glove left. But the train’s already started pulling out of the station, right? So what does he do? He opens the window and he drops the other glove onto the platform. That way, whoever finds the first glove can just have the pair.
“How can the human eye can see more shades of green than any other color? ‘Cause of predators. Used to be, monkeys we were, right? And in the woods, in the jungle, everything’s green. So in order to not get eaten by panthers and bears and the like, we had to be able to see them, you know, in the grass, and trees and such. Predators” Fargo 1x4: Eating the blame.
“That night, I had a dream. It felt so real, even though I knew it couldn’t be or wasn’t yet. I dreamt of a magical future filled with wondrous devices where everything you could ever want would be available in one amazing place.
And there was happiness there. But then, I saw farther still years, decades into the future. I saw a handsome older man, his back still straight, visited by his children and grandchildren, people of accomplishment, of contentment.
But then I saw chaos… the fracture of peace and enlightenment. And I worried that the future I’d seen - magical and filled with light - might never come to pass.”