The Limits of Control movie plot
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Mexican: The old men in my village used to say, "Everything changes by the colour of the glass you see it through." Nothing is true. Everything is imagined. Do you know these reflections? For me sometimes the reflection is far more present than the thing being reflected.
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[last lines]
American: What is your fucking agenda here?
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American: You people don't understand a fucking thing about how the world really works.
Lone Man: I understand. But I understand subjectively.
American: That's fucking nonsense. Your sick minds have been polluted with crap. Your music, movies, science. Fucking bohemians on hallucinogenic drugs. All that shit has poisoned you. And it has nothing to do with the real world. And I suppose you believe that by eliminating me, you will eliminate control over some fucking artificial reality.
Lone Man: Reality is arbitrary.
American: Fuck you.