Motivos pra eu gostar PRA CARALHO de Six Feet Under:
Funeral de uma mulher:
Homem: You've done a nice job. She looks peaceful.
David: Well, she is at peace now.
Homem: If there's any justice in the universe, she's shoveling shit in Hell.
Velório do patriarca:
Nate: I refuse to sanitize this anymore!
David: This is how it's done.
Nate: Yeah? Well, it's whacked. What is this stupid salt-shaker? Huh? What is this hermetically sealed box? This phony Astroturf around the grave? Jesus, David, it's like surgery. Clean. Antiseptic. Business. He was our father!
David: Please don't do this.
Nate: You can pump him full of chemicals. You can put make-up on him. You can prop him up for a nap in the slumber room but the fact remains, David, that the only father we're ever gonna have is gone! Forever... and that sucks, but it's a goddamned part of life and you can't really accept it without getting your hands dirty. Well I do accept it and I intend to honor the old bastard by letting the whole world see just how fucked up and shitty I feel that he's dead! God damnit!
Brenda: No mistake you guys are undertakers, you take every fucking feeling you have, put it in a box and bury it.
Paco (para David): This is some fucked up way to make a living, you know that?
Nathaniel Sr.: So I'm walking along one day, and this asshole stops me and asks me if I'm alright. 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... 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 OK, I couldn't answer most of them anyway, unlike now. Now I'm a fucking prophet.
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?
David: You looked so intense, the way you pointed your little alarm thingy at the car. Like, "Fuck you, car. Now you're locked!"