- Jesus Ortiz: Say, how come you people come to business so naturally?
- Sol Nazerman: You people? Oh, let's see. Yeah. I see. I see, you... you want to learn the secret of our success, is that right? Alright I'll teach you. First of all you start off with a period of several thousand years, during which you have nothing to sustain you but a great bearded legend. Oh my friend you have no land to call your own, to grow food on or to hunt. You have nothing. You're never in one place long enough to have a geography or an army or a land myth. All you have is a little brain. A little brain and a great bearded legend to sustain you and convince you that you are special, even in poverty. But this little brain, that's the real key you see. With this little brain you go out and you buy a piece of cloth and you cut that cloth in two and you go and sell it for a penny more than you paid for it. Then you run right out and buy another piece of cloth, cut it into three pieces and sell it for three pennies profit. But, my friend, during that time you must never succumb to buying an extra piece of bread for the table or a toy for a child, no. You must immediately run out and get yourself a still larger piece cloth and so you repeat this process over and over and suddenly you discover something. You have no longer any desire, any temptation to dig into the Earth to grow food or to gaze at a limitless land and call it your own, no, no. You just go on and on and on repeating this process over the centuries over and over and suddenly you make a grand discovery. You have a mercantile heritage! You are a merchant. You are known as a usurer, a man with secret resources, a witch, a pawnbroker, a sheenie, a makie and a kike!
- Jesus Ortiz: [long pause] You really some teacher, Mr. Nazerman. You really, really 's the greatest.
- Marilyn Birchfield: What makes you so bitter?
- Sol Nazerman: Bitter?
- [chuckles]
- Sol Nazerman: No, no, Miss Birchfield, I am not *bitter*. No, that passed me by a million years ago. I'm a man of no anger. I have no desire for vengeance for what was done to me. I have escaped from the emotions. I am safe within myself. All I ask and want is peace and quiet.
- Marilyn Birchfield: Why haven't you found them?
- Sol Nazerman: Because people like you will not let me. Miss Birchfield, you have made the afternoon very tedious with your constant search for an answer. And one more thing: please, stay out of my life.
- Sol Nazerman: I do not believe in God, or art, or science, or newspapers, or politics, or philosophy.
- Jesus Ortiz: Then, Mr. Teacher, ain't there nothing you do believe in?
- Sol Nazerman: Money.
- [Jesus Ortiz points to the tattooed numbers on Sol Nazerman's arm]
- Jesus Ortiz: You want to tell me something, Mr. Nazerman? What is that? That... is that a secret society or something?
- Sol Nazerman: [hesitates] Yeah.
- Jesus Ortiz: Well... what do I do to join?
- Sol Nazerman: What do you do to join? You learn to walk on water.
- Marilyn Birchfield: What happened?
- Sol Nazerman: 'Happened'?
- Marilyn Birchfield: Yes.
- Sol Nazerman: I didn't die. Everything that I loved... was taken away from me, and... I did not die.
- Marilyn Birchfield: Mr. Nazerman!
- Sol Nazerman: There was... nothing I could do. Nothing. Strange, I could do nothing. No, there was nothing I could do.
- Jesus Ortiz: That's all life is about?
- Sol Nazerman: That's *all* life is about!
- Jesus Ortiz: You mean... money is the whole thing?
- Sol Nazerman: Money is the whole thing!
- Sol Nazerman: Next to the speed of light, which Einstein says is the only absolute in the universe, second only to that, I rank money!
- Marilyn Birchfield: I'm sorry, Mr. Nazerman.
- Sol Nazerman: For what?
- Marilyn Birchfield: For what that young man said to you.
- Sol Nazerman: Sell your sorrow somewhere else, miss Birchfield.
- Marilyn Birchfield: I came here mainly to apologize.
- Sol Nazerman: For what?
- Mendel: Guilt. And there it is. Guilt to find yourself alive. And so you wrap yourself In a kind of shroud And feel you share the dignity of death With those who really died. Tell me... Does blood ever flow through you, Sol Nazerman? Can you feel pain? You are a fake. You breathe, you eat, you walk. You make money. You take a dream and give a dollar... And give no hope. Survive? A coward's survival, and at what a price! No love. No passion. No pity! Dead! Sol Nazerman, the walking dead!
- Sol Nazerman: Where do you think your money comes from? You wouldn't get your father's corpse Into the ground if not for the store.
- Rodriguez: That's what you want. That's what you really want, professor, isn't it? I'll tell you what. You'll die... But not when you want to. Not when you want to so bad. One day it'll happen to you... Just the time when you wish it hadn't.
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