You think my problem is no arms, no legs. It's not. The fact is I'm only going to die--I'm only going to live for 90 years. That's my problem. Isn't that your problem? And I don't know where I'm going after I'm not here. Isn't that a big problem? What's the point of having arms and legs when you don't know what to do with them? What's the point of having arms and legs and having all the money when you can't take it with you, and you don't know where your soul is?
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