"So you're leaving, aren't you? I knew it when you said just then when you told me you were leaving. That was when I definitely knew"

I don't know really. It's like I’m just filling in time and I’m waiting for my life to get to the good bit, when everything starts working, like those parts in movies where you get to the middle and everything is perfect and comes together and there are all those musical numbers and all that, but then I realize I’ve been waiting my whole life for that bit. And then I’m thinking maybe its never coming. Maybe I’m not letting it or maybe it never will. Or maybe it's not real, those lives. I wonder if everyone wasn't so fixated on perfection and comparison and all that what we'd be like. We should all do a Thoreux and jump on into the woods.

Brett: I said the humans are dead
Jemaine: I'm glad that they're dead
Brett:The humans are dead
Jemaine: I noticed they're dead
Brett: We used poisonous gasses
Jemaine: With traces of lead
Brett: And we poisoned their asses
Jemaine: Actually, their lungs.