The Zero Theorem (2013)
Qohen Leth: Nothing adds up.
Joby: No. You've got it backwards, Qohen. Everything adds up to nothing, that's the point.
Qohen Leth: What's the point?
Joby: Exactly. What's the point of anything?
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Mancom Computerised Lips: 0 zero must equal 100%. Good Luck.
Qohen Leth: Waiting for The Call. What other reason is there to pick up the phone?
Bainsley: I knew you just seemed just - well, you were lonely.
Qohen Leth: You're wrong. We were always alone, never lonely.
Dr. Shrink-Rom: I'm sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help but notice this young lady's pathological attempt to project upon you her daddy issues of abandonment...
Doctor: You're not dying. Although, in a way, from the moment of birth, we all begin to die. Call it divinely planned obsolence. Soon or late, beggar or king, death is the end of all things. While life might be seen as a virus infecting the perfect organism of death.
Bainsley: It's better than real. You're in your computer and I'm in mine. We're connected by memory chips and fiber optics. We're safe here.
Management: [talking to Qohen Leth] The saddest aspect of mankind's need to believe in a God, or to put it another way, a purpose greater than this life, is that it makes this life meaningless. You see, this is all just a way station on the road to promised eternity.
Qohen Leth: Are you real, or just in my mind?
Management: Doesn't matter at all. You're part of the neural web now.
Qohen Leth: [extended silence] ... so there is no answer?
Management: That depends on the question.
Qohen Leth: *What I'm living for?*
Management: That's a good question Mr Leth, posed entirely to the wrong person. You see, it seems you've mistaken me for a considerably higher power. I'm not the source of your call. I'm not God or the Devil, I'm just a man... seeking the truth.
Qohen Leth: *What Truth? If... *
Management: Turn around and look
[points toward black hole imagery]
Management: ... That's it. Chaos encapsulated. That's all there is at the end. Just as it was at the beginning.
Qohen Leth: Well, there it is then. You've proved the zero theorem.
Management: Not quite. Mancom is, as you say, still crunching the data.
Qohen Leth: Why would you want to prove that all is for nothing?
Management: I never said all is for nothing. I'm a businessman, Mr. Leth, nothing is for nothing. Ex inordinateo veni pecunia.
Qohen Leth: What?
Management: There's money in ordering disorder. Chaos pays, Mr. Leth.
Qohen Leth: We'll go somewhere faraway, to a special place, on a tropical island. A real one. Just come with me. I know we connected somehow, you know? I know we did. And you need me. And I need to be needed so bad. Just come with me. You know we can be together for real. Just run away with me.
Bainsley: No, we can't.
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Bainsley: Are you here alone?
Qohen Leth: We're generally everywhere alone.
Bainsley: I love mystery... turns me on.
Joby: Phone trouble, was it? Tried to fix it yourself, did ya?
Joby: Oh ho ho! Not the right tool for the job, sir! Your ballpeen's more for hammerin' out dents in sheet metal, not for close-tolerance phone repair.
[MANCOM: Making sense of the good things in life]
Bob: Did you know that more than 33 different aboriginal tribes believe that the soul resides somewhere in the lower intestinal tract? Absolutely true, but here's the zinger: none of these tribes have any knowledge of each other's existence. Coincidence? Coincidence? Why do you think all these separate peoples got such an idea?
Qohen Leth: Dysintery.
Bainsley: Is that what's inside you? How can you live with that kind of emptiness?
Qohen Leth: One day at a time.
Management: What is the meaning of life, Mr. Leth? So close to its end and still no answers.
Bainsley: You're staring at me. You think my dress is incredibly ugly? Well, it's my daddy's fault. He used to buy me these incredibly ugly clothes to keep the boys away. It didn't work... only made me want to get naked. And that's no way to keep the boys away.