Arizona Dream
That I understand. That makes sense.
No more of that.
Axel, don’t forget, Friday at : !
Yes, get in the car! Go back
to where you should be!
I knew if Paul saw me, he’d never understand
that going to Papua New Guinea wasn’t the answer. Flying was the secret.
Columbus wouldn’t think I was crazy for building a flying machine,
because history is all dreams. No rules or books. It’s just there,
waiting to be discovered like when Columbus found this place.
I don’t know if he found his dream.
Fuck with me, now!
Because in the middle of a storm, you can’t turn back, like Elaine.
She could only sail straight ahead.
If she asked me to build a rocket, and take her to another galaxy,
I’d build a rocket.
Very nice! Good.
Excellent! You finished now? – No! – No?
No! – You just finish.
To remember my dreams,
I turn them into stories. But dreams are like life.
You can’t catch them in your hands, because you can’t really see them.
If you believe in your dreams, no tornado, volcano or typhoon
can knock you “out of love,” because love exists on its own.
Listen to me, if you ever touch this machine again,
I’m going to kill you!
Being caught in the dream of two women is the craziest storm of all.
The battle isn’t good and evil, but between weaker and stronger.
The weaker is desperate for air. At this moment, my feet were
planted in the ground like a tree,
and if you moved to one side, you become the storm.
Even though I was ready to kill Grace, I wasn’t sure which side I’d move to.
So I tried to anchor myself until the storm passed.
Disgusting!
Turn around!
That’s the second time. – What is?
Where were you two minutes ago? – Here?
You smashed the flying machine again. – Nope.
Because I don’t care. – Liar! – I was here. – Prove it!
How? You see me playing, right?
To my turtles. – Why’s your hair wet? – Because I just took a bath.
You like these turtles? – Yeah. – If you want these bastards to live,
stay away from that flying machine. – I’m scared. – Are you scared?
I’m scared. – Are you scared?
D’you think it’ll fly? – I’m more than sure.
Let’s do it then! I can’t wait any longer.
I’m flying!
I’m flying!
Sometimes you have to crash into a tree to know what to do,
and realize the secret of anything is meaningless.
My English teacher talked about this Russian guy,
who said that if you see a gun in the first half of a book,
you can be sure it’ll go off in the second half.
Somebody was going to use that gun. The minute I saw the revolver
in the barn, I started getting nervous, because
I realized it was the revolver from my dream.
Never did I think I’d be an Eskimo in the desert, knowing
I had to kill something to put it out of its misery.
Suddenly, it was all clear to me, like wiping the window in the rain.
I was afraid if I didn’t do anything, at any moment something would blow up,
possibly me.
So I decided to do it, just to keep from killing myself.
The only problem was that they were both so miserable,
I didn’t know which one to shoot…
I’ve been waiting for you. – What?
Are you gonna use it?
Don’t talk to me. – Do it!
What are you afraid of, Axel?
Nothing.
Do it!
Do it, Axel, do it! – Shut up!
What are you afraid of, Axel? – Nothing.
Do it! – Shut up!
Do it! – Please shut up, Grace. – Do it! Do it! – Shut up!
If you’re not going to shoot me, sit down on the bed.
You didn’t come to shoot me. You came to make my mother happy. – Don’t talk!
Axel. – Turn around! – You know what, Axel?
I had a friend just like you.
When we were little, we would rollerskate on my huge roof,
no people,
and I each time I would get closer to the edge,
and he was standing behind me,
and wouldn’t let me go over.
Okay.
It’s okay.
I have a game for you.
Okay. – Okay.
Old game, strict rules.
It’s your turn. – No.
You don’t say no to this game.
