Buses are for people who don't know each other.
They read books. They listen to music.
- And we all sing songs together, right?
- No! No, no, no, the other people...will stare at you if you sing,
so you listen to your own music.
- Here.stare out the window.
-Oh. And I watch the world go by.
when I get back home, I am gonna ride the bus every day.
-Manny, this is just the beginning.
Every day, you ride the bus and count the minutes, hoping you'll see her again.
-Oh, my God.
She smiles,..and you feel a strange tingle up the back of your neck.
Something carnal inside of you...causes your body to break out in sweats.
You feel like the luckiest man in the world.
She sits alone, just like every other day, and looks out the window..lost in her thoughts.
You know that look...She's just as alone as you are.
But she doesn't have to be...You could talk to her.
Tell her you'd love to sit next to her..today and every other day
because life is short, and no one deserves ...to ride the bus alone.
-I want this to stop.
- It's not working?
She's too beautiful.I can't talk to her now.
What if I say something stupid? I'll just wanna die.
+She's right there..You're not gonna do anything? What would you do?
+I would...I would probably wait, and watch her get off the bus
and go home and eat...a whole box of pizza by myself.
+Swiss Army Man (2016)