Bubby, El Chico Malo

The Scientist: [plays organ music in church]
Bubby: Jesus can see everything I do… and he’s going to beat me brainless!
The Scientist: Come down.
[Scene change; they are in a factory]
The Scientist: You see, no one’s going to help you Bubby, because there isn’t anybody out there to do it. No one. We’re all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles – we don’t live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don’t die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God. There can be no God; it’s ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being, maybe, because we, we who don’t even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the earth. We measure; we plot; we create wonderful new things. We are the architects of our own existence. What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God who slaughters millions of innocent children, slowly and agonizingly starves them to death, beats them, tortures them, rejects them. What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God, damn him, think him out of existence. It is our duty to think God out of existence. It is our duty to insult him. Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant, you non-existent fraud! It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence. Then we have a future. Because then – and only then – do we take full responsibility for who we are. And that’s what you must do, Bubby: think God out of existence; take responsibility for who you are.

Nurse: The garden is filled with flowers of all different colors and it smells so beautiful in that garden. It is a very special garden. No one knows about this garden, no one is allowed to come in, only people who love you. Only people who care about you and only people you want to let in. Very high picket fences surround the garden, its hidden in high grass and no one can see it. Imagine yourself being in the garden lying on the grass, feeling very comfortable. Its a beautiful day, the sun is shining, its warm and the wind gently touches your cheek.

-from the 1993 Australian film, Bad Boy Bubby, written and directed by Rolf de Heer