Bliss

"Adrian Clunes: Y'know Harry, where exactly are you going to draw the line? If you fire us, you have to fire all the clients. [Oyster flies off his fork] Adrian Clunes: I'm sorry. Now listen: they release about 18,000 totally new organic compounds every year; none of them are properly tested. God knows how many cause cancer! The whole of the Western world is built on things that cause cancer. They cannot afford to stop making them! [pause] Adrian Clunes: Oh, for Christ's sake, look at your clients. Austrol had benzine in petrol; which is a carcinogen. Mitsuzi use it making tires! And we, we use saccharine, and even if we switch to cyclamates instead, they're just another suspect. And that other lot, your dry cleaning companies, use carbon tetrachloride! And every time [pause] Adrian Clunes: an announcement is made that something might cause cancer, people are less worried because they cannot believe it possible that half of what they breath and eat [pause] Adrian Clunes: is going to kill them."

"Harry: They're trying to get me locked up! Honey Barbara: Yeah, I'll bet they are! How come they haven't? Harry: I give them champaigne. Honey Barbara: What, the cops? Harry: The doctors. Honey Barbara: Won't work. Harry: I tell them stories. It's worked so far. Honey Barbara: Well, it won't work for long. Now, listen to me. Cause this is something I know about. Don't carry drugs, and don't have any books. No books at all. And don't be a smartass with the cops, just don't argue with them. But don't let them see that you have any weakness. Just... be nice to them. Make them tea. Don't give your bullshit when you talk to them - and always have money. Now... when the shrinks come to get you - don't fight them. Otherwise, they'll shoot you full of pentathol - you'll arrive at the nuthouse unconscious. Never, ever, ever arrive at a nuthouse unconscious. See, if you can arrive conscious - you can sign yourself in for voluntary admission. Well, if you can sign yourself in - with any luck, you can sign yourself out!"