Utopia is Utopia because it cannot be realized by itself

Richard: [suffocates Christo, then kisses him on the forehead]

Richard: Alright alright alright alright. Now before I start there's-there's just a couple things you have to remember... Number one: you have to remain calm, right? And number two: you have to show no fear, because the sharks, you see, the sharks they can sense that fear, just as easily as they can sense blood. And so it went for me. Just as I knew it would. Just as nature had ordained, its jaw wide open. Row upon row of these razor sharp teeth glinting underwater like jagged diamonds. Its tail fin sweeping back and forth as it surged in for the kill. I swear to God, my whole life flashed before my eyes. Really, I had nothing left to offer except for pure reflex. Pure relfex, and mankind's basic drive for survival that somehow shouts NO! I WILL NOT! DIE! TODAY! And at that instant man I knew it was either the shark or me. The shark knew it. I knew it. But jeez God, i-it's nothing p-personal, ya know, it's just the way the world works, right? It's nature. But, if I remember correctly, in that last glimmer of its eyes... there was a moment between us... where it said hey Richard man... enjoy your dinner.