Lieutenant Chad: In the Steven Spielberg movie "E.T.," why is the alien brown? No reason. In "Love Story," why do the two characters fall madly in love with each other? No reason. In Oliver Stone's "JFK," why is the President suddenly assassinated by some stranger? No reason. In the excellent "Chain Saw Massacre" by Tobe Hooper, why don't we ever see the characters go to the bathroom or wash their hands like people do in real life? Absolutely no reason. Worse, in "The Pianist" by Polanski, how come this guy has to hide and live like a bum when he plays the piano so well? Once again the answer is, no reason. I could go on for hours with more examples. The list is endless. You probably never gave it a thought, but all great films, without exception, contain an important element of no reason. And you know why? Because life itself is filled with no reason. Why can't we see the air all around us? No reason. Why are we always thinking? No reason. Why do some people love sausages and other people hate sausages? No fuckin' reason.
Cop Xavier: [honks the horn] Come on! Don't waste your time explaining that garbage. Let's go!
Lieutenant Chad: Just a minute. Let me finish.
[looks back at the audience]
Lieutenant Chad: Ladies, gentlemen, the film you are about to see today is an homage to the "no reason" - that most powerful element of style.
[pours his glass of water on the ground before getting back into the trunk of the police car]
Man in wheelchair: Hey, wait! It's not the end! He's been reincarnated as a tricycle!
Lieutenant Chad: Oh, God, the kid was right. The killer is a tire.
Zach: [putting exploded bird entrails on his father's pizza] Here's your double-topping, dickhead.
Man in wheelchair: Excuse me, I hate to be a bother, but... the way I look at it, this scene makes no sense at all. Not that it was great to begin with, but at least I understood it. Now, it's just, uh, totally confusing.