Sometimes it seems like things kind of lose their real meaning. Like the real meaning of a window is to look through it. But sometimes you look through it, and it seems there isn't really anything to see. Nothing interesting anyway. Or what's the real meaning of washing your face in the morning? To get clean? Or just to do something? But then, what's the real meaning of doing something in the morning? Or anytime at all? What's the real meaning of even existing? Unclear. Unclear whether life has always been meaningless, and you simply never noticed it until now, or there used to be meaning, but at some point it somehow faded away.
—Wally
A snowy blanket covers the land, a magical sight, white and grand,
But somehow this sight fails to move me, and I feel like I'm stuck inside a bad movie.
Getting out of bed seems like a chore, and cleaning my room is an unbearable bore.
Every minute feels like a month going by, but time takes on and I don't know why.
So I stare at the ceiling, and I begin to wonder... What if my life is a terrible blunder?
"What's the point of it all?" - I start to ask, of washing my face or any other task.
It seems rather silly, that's what I think, and my spirits fall lower, like water down the sink.
I tramp through the chill as the biting wind blows, to what purpose, you ask? Nobody knows.
With each step I take, the question grows more intense, what direction do you go in when nothing makes sense?...
—Wally's Opening Monologue in the 4Kids dub
Wally: You really surprised me. Knowing about Kuzinatra, have you really never thought of using it for yourself?
Carlin: Well, the less you know, the better you sleep.
Wally: Sounds like your spirit is quite tired, my friend.
Carlin: Well, the less you know, the better you sleep.
Wally: Sounds like your spirit is quite tired, my friend.
What would I gain from that information? What if it turns out the meaning of life is to not eat sweets and not sleep till noon? That would be (yawns) a giant bummer...
—Carlin
What’s the cause of all evil? It’s because each of us sees the same things differently. Each of us interprets the same things in different ways, which makes conflict, but if there were only one meaning — the true, real one —everybody would just get along.
—Wally
There is no need to hurry — Kuzinatra won't get away from us. The real meaning of this broth is to be eaten to help bring back my strength. The real meaning of my comfy soft warm bed is for rest. And these meanings just might be enough for me.
—Wally
