clear meaning for Gross.
As for me, all such words as
reality, logic, sanity,
time, place lost their sense a
long time ago.
It's amazing. Can I really live here?
Can you really be my wife?
I'm really your wife, and I have
some news for you.
We're going to have a baby!
She found him? Thank God.
Where was he?
What happened?
Brenda lost the baby!
She found him.
Yeah. Thank you. Thank you.
I'm coming.
I'm going to have to quit my
job.
If that's what you really want.
I don't think I have a choice.
I, I used to get so angry
whenever people said
women they only go to college to
get husbands,
but, maybe, they were right.
Daddy has to stay home and work
today and tomorrow too...OK?
We'll play later. I have to work
on the phone.
Anything?
No, it's useless. There are no
open positions anywhere.
How about universities? They are
always looking for someone.
Not all universities have the
means and facilities I need to
continue working on my model.
So, now what?
I don't know.
Hughes wants to hire me.
He keeps calling back.
He's got tons of money.
I remember once you preferred
emigration
to working for the military.
Yes, I had somewhere to emigrate
then.
Oh well, if it's a chance for
you to keep working on your
model, how can I say "no"?
By the way, he is paying triple
of what I get now.
I'm, I'm so tired. So much work
in the house.
God, if you only knew how much I
hate you!
I hate your face, I hate your
voice, I hate the air you breathe!
But most of all I hate that
Universe of yours that consumes
absolutely everything.
It sucked away every single drop
of my life! I've had it.
You go sacrifice somebody else's
life for it.
Just go! Worship it.
Go, go! Fuck it for all I care!
Have fun!
I love you. You know that.
Me?! You love me?!
The only thing you worship is
your Universe and your own mind.
Yes? Yes, this is... Sasha
Greenberg.
You called before, right?
I remember.
You're making a film about
science.
Your wife?
Umm... maybe not.
What does that mean?
It means that I am not sure.
I am afraid I can't give you
definite answers on everything,
not even science.
So, be forewarned.
Scientific progress is a pretty
ambiguous concept.
After Hiroshima, it is very
fashionable to give up science.
It may have been a sixties'
cliche.
But you didn't give up?
I know that and smoking and
drinking are bad for me, but I
haven't given them up.
Besides, I've already mentioned
an ambiguity, an uncertainty.
Science has done a lot of good
too.
So, if I understand you
correctly,
that a science is much like the
presence of your wife:
a definite "maybe". Agree?
Agree. What're you. Would you
like to have dinner with me?
Maybe... There is a certain ambiguity
involved here, an uncertainty.
And you do not approve?
Strangely enough, I kind of like
it.
The Universe is boundless.
Imagine that on a small planet
orbiting a tertiary star,
one of billions of such stars in
an insignificant galaxy,
a group of microscopic creatures
dares to grasp in their minds
the entire extent of the
Universe!
Let us drink to ourselves,
friends,
the most daring representatives
of the daring race of humankind!
What's there to be proud of?
Man's a dirty animal!
The only species with the bent
and ability to self-destruct,
taking the rest of the planet
with it!
I know, I know. Our atmosphere
is polluted.
Our waters are poisoned.
Entire species of animals are
being annihilated!
We are living on a bomb with the
lit fuse, and still we dare to
be proud of ourselves!
And all human family values and
social traditions have collapsed.
For real, do you have a wife or
not?
In the past two years, she's
left four times and come back
three times.
And why?
Why did she come back? We have
a son together, I asked her to...
and, I guess, she does love me.
Why'd she leave?
She says I ruined her career.
She was a scientist before I...
before she had the baby and quit