that in the face of death,
life loses real meaning.

- It is?
- Well, I can't argue it succinctly,

but if you've read Socrates or Buddha,
Schopenhauer, even Ecclestiastes,

they're very convincing.
Well, they should know.
I don't read that much.

What struck me was the way the
terrorists only killed if they had to.

Never wantonly, just if they
had to, to achieve their aims.

I was very moved when that Algerian boy
said he killed in the name of freedom.

- It gave me chills.
- It's killing for an abstraction.

Why? You value the life of a single person
over the lives of thousands of others?

I don't know. I mean, who are those
thousands? It's another abstraction.

To me, the conflict over
the giving of the information

between the French doctor and the
Algerian was the best part of the play.

I know. The writer argued both sides so
brilliantly you didn't know who was right.

I didn't get that. I mean,
to me, it wasn't such a big deal.

One guy was a squealer.
I liked the guy that wasn't.

It's a little more complex
than that, don't you think?

Why? You liked the squealer?
Did I miss something?

That's what made me
anxious about the play. I mean,

how do you figure out
the right thing to do?

How do you know?
How do you know? I don't know.
You just know, you feel it. I mean...

You just don't squeal. I don't know.
Anyway, it was a good evening
in the theatre for a change.

I'd love another piece of cheesecake but...
Well, have it. What are
you worried about?

You'll live to be 100 if you give up
all the things that make you want to.

Am I the only one or is it hot in here?
Can we open a window?
OK. Ready?
- Uh-huh.
- OK. Pick a card.

- Any one.
- There you go.

OK. Put it back. Any place, any place.
All right. OK. Watch.
- I'm ready.
- All right.