The problem is there's an age limit. Thirty five. Look, it says it there, "20-35". And "Presentable." Lino, they want fucking kids. What you have to do is think they won't give it to you.
I, in space now, exactly...there! Between big star and little blue one. But my program stop. Soviet Union kaput. I am here now. That's life. Did you know the Russian was an astronaut? He should be up there now. Hell of a change.
That ant is a shit and a speculator. And it doesn't say why some are born grasshoppers. Because if you are, you're fucked.
It's always the same. Look at us. We've got nothing. No house, no kids, no loan, nothing. And it's always because of fucking work.
When Gagarin comes to earth after first trip, a journalist asks same thing, if he saw God in space. And Gagarin says, "Yes, I saw comrade God in space, and He tells me to tell you that He does not exist."
Siamese from Siam. With two heads. They hang on to each other as they're born. Because they're afraid to be born. And then, afterwards, they can't separate. They fight. And one of them wins. He pushes the other one, who falls. And he laughs. But he's falling too. Because they're stuck to each other. The two of them fall.
His wife had left. I guess she got tired. It's normal. But he said nothing. Not to anybody. He'd drink and go home. No one was waiting for him. That's why he didn't want to leave. Maybe he didn't have the strength to go on. Or maybe not. Maybe he fell. What difference does it make?