Six Feet Under Quotes

Powerful: Hey, where you from, dawg?
Rico: [to Mr. and Mrs. Bolin] One moment, please. [leaves the intake room and takes Powerful to the Wisteria Room] "Where you from"? Like in, where my parents were born? San Lorenzo, Puerto Rico. "Where you from" as in, what gang I belong to? I'll tell you what gang I belong to: the gang that's gonna help you bury your friend. The gang that's gonna be there for you and your cholos for when every other fucking home doesn't wanna deal with your tired-ass bullshit. Your friend is dead, man. Now, do you want me to help you, or do you want to just go heads up?

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[Nate and David have lunch at a diner with Matt Gilardi from Kroehner Services International and talk about their decision to not sell Fisher & Sons.]
Matt Gilardi: Okay, I'll make it simple; you either accept my offer by the end of the day or I'll make it my personal mission to bury you by the end of the month. David, you in on this suicide mission?
David: You just threatened my family.
Matt Gilardi: Let's not be melodramatic.
David: What do you expect us to do? Run and hide, sell and be grateful, pack up and move?
Matt Gilardi: If you're smart.
David: You have the entire Kroehner organization behind you, and what do we have? You. Because one day when your mind isn't on Fisher & Sons, I will find you or someone you love. [Gilardi laughs.] I'm not saying anyone's going to die. There are tragedies far worse things than death: things you couldn't even dream of, you spineless, candy-ass, corporate fuck. Just give me a reason. It's your decision. Are we worth the trouble, Mr. Gilardi? [Gilardi looks nervously at David.] Lunch is over, get lost.
Nate: [to Matt Gilardi] Are you deaf? [Gilardi leaves.]

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Paco: [to David] You ever see sunlight, or you gotta avoid it?

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Nate: This is my … uh, my girlfriend, Brenda.
Brenda: I prefer the term "fuck puppet."

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Brenda: You don't really believe in God, do you?
Nate: Well yeah. I mean, I don't believe in a beard little old man up in a cloud but I believe in something. Some sort of undefinable creative force.
Brenda: I think it's all just totally random.
Nate: Really?
Brenda: Yeah. We live, we die. Ultimately, nothing means anything.
Nate: How can you live like that?
Brenda: I don't know. Sometimes I wake up so fucking empty that I wish I'd never born, but what choice do I have?

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Nathaniel Sr.: So I'm walking along one day, and this asshole stops me and asks me if I'm all right. He says I got a look. He'd seen a man with that same look once and had ignored it, and that man had jumped out a nine-story window. You know the reconstruction involved in a death like that? This business gets under your skin, it's like a fucking virus. They can even see it on your face, smell it on you.
Nate: What the hell is this place, this music? Since when did you listen to the Classics IV? What the hell did you do here? Who the hell are you?
Nathaniel Sr.: So many questions. Why couldn't you ask 'em when I was still alive? It's okay, I couldn't answer most of them anyway, unlike now. Now I'm a fucking prophet.
Nate: All right.
Nathaniel Sr.: Think I'm kiddin,' buddy boy? That's one of the perks of being dead: you know what happens after you die – and you know the meaning of life.
Nate: That seems fairly useless.
Nathaniel Sr.: Yeah, I know – life is wasted on the living.
Nate: Could've told me you were proud of me.
Nathaniel Sr.: Never around for me to tell, which is exactly what I was proud of you for. Therein lies your Catch-22.
Nate: So what's the meaning of life?
Nathaniel Sr.: You really wanna know?
Nate: I don't know. Will it fuck me up if I do?

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David: Thank you, Nate, I appreciate your honesty, wrapped as it was in such a bouquet of condesention.

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Father Clark: The hardest part about my work is the fact that most people don't want a real relationship with God. Yeah, sure, they'll pray to a man nailed to a cross, but they'll – they'll ignore the gay kid who gets strung up, or the black man who gets dragged behind a car, or someone's mother living in a box.

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Ruth: Is this a school trip?
Claire: No. You go to the mountains and confront fear and get in touch with your most basic self... It looks good on your college application.

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Father Clark: Well, religion is politics, David. Jesus was a revolutionary, threatened those in power, and they had him assassinated. And they'd do the same thing to him today.

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Teacher: Algebra forces your mind to solve problems logically. It's one of the only perfect sciences—
Claire: You think the world runs on logic? Come on. Open your eyes.

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Nate: Sorry, there was an accident on the 405. Both cars totaled. Should have stopped to hand out cards.

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Nate: Come on, Dave. I watch Will & Grace. I have gay-dar.
David: Okay, don't say gay-dar.

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Parker: Good. That's what I want people to think.
Claire: When in reality you're, like, this compulsive liar, danger slut.
Parker: I thought you were, like, this Goth arty freak girl......who was, like, tragic and suicidal.
Claire: Oh, my God, that is so not who I am.

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Brenda: You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you're called a widow or a widower. If you're a child and you lose your parents, then you're an orphan. But what's the word to describe a parent who loses a child? I guess that's just too fucking awful to even have a name.

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Ruth: Nathaniel, what happened to us? We were so in love once.
Nathaniel Sr.: Life happened to us. I buried hundreds of people, and we watched each other grow old.
Ruth: But we're not old.
Nathaniel: Well, technically speaking, I'm as old as I'm ever going to get.
Ruth: We were such children when we met. Then we watched those children disappear.

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Ruth: I miss what we had.
Nathaniel: So find it again.

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Ruth: Thank you. I've had the best time coming to this funny restaurant and having you yell at me in the bathroom!

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Angela: I never worked in a funeral home that was this depressing.

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Margaret: You know, some complete stranger just grabbed my ass! Isn't this fabulous?

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David: All she told the police is that he was boring.
Nate: What, that's it? … Sick part is, I understand it. … Sometimes I'm boring.
David: Me, too. [awkward silence]

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[David is getting a lap dance.]
Stripper: Aren't you enjoying this even one bit?
David: Yeah, I'm loving it. Why?
Stripper: Well, your dick isn't responding.

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Protester: God hates fags!
Nate: [to protester] God hates morons!

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David: Please, God. Help me. Take this pain away. Please fill this loneliness with your love. Help me, God, please, help me.

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Tracy Montrose: Why do people have to die?
Nate: To make life important.

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Rico: Now, this is a beautiful and unusual cremains vessel. The ashes actually fill these dolphins, which are carved out inside.
Brody: She wasn't really into dolphins. I remember somebody suggesting she boycott tuna, y'know, because of the whole dolphins-getting-caught-in-the-net thing. And she said, "Fuck dolphins, I want a Niçoise salad."

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Gabriel: I was in school today. I just wasn't in American History. I mean, who needs to know that shit anyways?
Claire: Well, somebody who wants to have a concept of how the world works so they can have a fucking chance in life.

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Pastor: We tend to forget how many gifts God has given each and every one of us because our lives are so filled with distractions, crowded with messages competing for out attention, encouraging us to be unhappy with our lives. If only we looked younger, had perfect skin, zero body fat. The truth of the matter is, God loves us just the way we are.

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Brody: [singing] Tiny Venus, your breath like baby rabbits on a field abuzz with bees and life. Little did you know how briefly the sun would shine upon your own private utopia. Your candle may have been blown out, but you hang in the air like smoke.

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Nate: All that lives, lives forever. Only the shell, the perishable passes away. The spirit is without end. Eternal. Deathless.

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