God Bless o Grande Dilúvio

God Bless America (2011), de Bobcat Goldthwait.

Nos primeiros minutos de filme, o Frank diz:

I just want it all to stop. I mean, nobody talks about anything anymore. They just regurgitate everything they see on TV, or hear on the radio or watch on the web. When was the last time you had a real conversation with someone without somebody texting or looking at a screen or a monitor over your head? You know, a conversation about something that wasn't celebrities, gossip, sports, or pop politics. You know, something important, something personal. 

Merda, pensei eu. E vi até ao fim.

Um idiota de cada vez.