老牛仔保持着遗世独立的局外者心态去投入到死亡的思辨在那贫瘠的沙漠之地在那聚集的城镇之中 Lucky: It's all going to go away. You, you, you, you, me, this cigarette, everything... into blackness, the void. And nobody's in charge, and you're left with... ungatz. Elaine: And what do you do with that? Howard: What do you do with that? Lucky: You smile.