BRENT: I tried to get Denny for this topic today but he couldn't seem to tear himself away from the house. Something about yardwork and barbed wire fence... in the suburbs. I didn't ask.
MAY: So you can't lose money to me this time. Why did I come here?
BRENT: I said I'd buy you lunch.
MAY: All right, that works.
BRENT: So this question has a 50 First Dates tone to it. For those who may not have seen this Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore flick, Barrymore suffers an accident and banged her head so hard it fried her longterm memory. Every day she wakes up, she thinks it's her dad's birthday but once she goes to sleep, all memory of that day is wiped clean and she starts all over again. Sandler meets her after she's been afflicted like that for a couple years and falls in love. His challenge is to get her to fall in love with him every day since her memory of him is always wiped clean each morning.
MAY: Ugh. What a stupid premise.
BRENT: What do you mean? It's a good love story.
MAY: If you say. Sounds too unrealistic to me, almost at the level of a sci-fi flick.
BRENT: Since when are you a judge? You read peoples palms for a living.
MAY: I make my bills on time and have a little extra spending money on the side. How are you doing in your line of work?
BRENT: ... It's a good movie.
MAY: Okay, but you lost me at Adam Sandler.
BRENT: Your loss. So the question is, would you have the best year of your life, say an all-expense paid trip to a tropical island, meet wonderful people, eat exotic foods, do everything you want to do, learn great things, build relationships you'll always treasure, all good things you can imagine, would you do that if you knew your memory would be wiped clean after it was done?
MAY: I don't know how to answer that.
BRENT: Well, let's just take your own experiences. June told me you had a great vacation last year to the Bahamas. Best time of your life.
MAY: What are you talking about?
BRENT: June said you took a trip to the Bahamas.
MAY: No idea what you're referring to.
BRENT: Okay...
MAY: Now, I did take a trip to Bermuda...
BRENT: The site of many a horror story...
MAY: ...and had a good time there.
BRENT: So would you have made that trip even though you knew you'd forget it.
MAY: I suppose so.
BRENT: Why? If you forget the trip then what's the point of going?
MAY: I made ten thousand dollars on that trip. Whether I remember how or why I got doesn't matter, I still came home ten grand richer.
BRENT: It's just about the money with you, huh?
MAY: It gets me through many a lonely night.
BRENT: You ever read A Christmas Carol?
MAY: I don't celebrate Christmas.
BRENT: Right. You know, I probably would go for it too, although in my case, it's because...
MAY: (yawn)
BRENT: I'm sorry. Am I boring you.
MAY: Oh no, not at all. Go ahead, I always yawn when I'm getting hungry.
BRENT: I'd do the trip even if I would forget it, because I don't believe it's our memories
MAY: (yawn)
BRENT: that necessarily create our character. The experience itself creates...
MAY: (yaaaaaaawwwwwwwn)
BRENT: ... Why doesn't remembering a good experience matter to you?
MAY: I thought we were done with me. Aren't we getting lunch.
BRENT: ...
MAY: ...
BRENT: ...
MAY: ...
BRENT: ...
MAY: ... ... ... How do you do that? I've never met anybody who can stay so quiet and compell you to speak.
BRENT: ...
MAY: Fine! You want to know? I don't need to remember the good times because most days are generally good days. Many could be better but they could also be a whole lot worse. Some folks need a good memory to get them through overly tough times. I capitalize on these type of people. But for myself, I would rather remember the tough times because they remind me how good I've really got it. Satisfied.
BRENT: Well, it works.
MAY: Can we eat now?
BRENT: Sure.
MAY: You're not going to give your spiel.
BRENT: I don't know how much it'd matter if I did.
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