Theo: why don't you think of Mao as a great director... making a movie with a cast of millions. All those millions of Red Guards... marching together into the future... with the Little Red Book in their hands. Books, not guns. Culture, not violence. Can't you see what a beautiful, epic movie that would make? 

Matthew: I guess, but...  it's easy to say, "Books, not guns. But it's not true. It's not books. It's "book." A book. Just one book.    

Theo: Shut up. You sound just like my father.  

Matthew: No, listen to me. The Red Guards... that you admire... they all carry the same book... they all sing the same songs... they all parrot the same slogans. So in this big, epic movie... everybody... is an extra. That's scary to me. That gives me the creeps. I'm sorry to say it, but for me there is... a distinct contradiction.

Theo: Why?

Matthew: Because... if you really believed what you were saying... you'd be out there.    

Theo: Where?

Matthew: Out there, on the street.       

Theo: I don't know what you mean.

Matthew: Yes, you do. There's something
going on out there. Something that feels like it could be really important. Something that feels like things could change. Even I get that. But you're not out there. You're inside, with me, drinking expensive wine, talking about film. Talking about Maoism. Why?

Theo: Okay. That's enough.          

Matthew: No, tell me why. Ask yourself why.

Theo: That's enough.          

Matthew: Because I don't think you really believe it. I think you buy the lamp, and you put up the posters, but I don't... I don't think you (believe)...