But this stork is quite tasty, isn't it?

Jasper: So, Human Project is having this dinner, and all the wisest men in the world are there…

Theo: "Human Project." Why do people believe this crap? You know, even if these people exited with this facilities in secret locations… Fuck me, that's strong. Even if they discover the cure for infertility, it doesn't matter. Too late. The world went to shit. You know what? It was too late before the infertility thing happened, for fuck's sake.

Jasper: I was just trying to tell a joke, man.

Theo: I'm sorry. Go on.

Jasper: No, I'm not telling it now.

Theo: No, come on, Jasper.

Jasper: No, I'm not fucking telling you.

Theo: It's all right. Go on.

Jasper: Okay. The Human Project gives this great big dinner for all the scientists and sages in the world. They're tossing around theories about the ultimate mystery, why are women infertile? Why can't we make babies anymore? Some of them say it's genetic experiments, gamma rays, pollution. Same old, same old.

Anyway, in the corner, this Englishman's sitting. He hasn't said a word. He's just tucking into his dinner. So they decide to ask him. They say,  "Well, why do you think we can't make babies anymore?" And he looks up at them, and he's chewing on this great big wing, and he says, "I haven't the faintest idea," he said. "But this stork is quite tasty, isn't it?"

Jasper: Eating a fucking stork. Eating the stork.















check Clive Owen in Children of Men