I got into ultramarathon swimming because of that movie. I've since done numerous unaccompanied 12mile swims in nearby Lake Washington (Seattle), several accompanied sea crossings, and one 24mile swim. On every swim I think of Vincent and that phrase.

How it started -- I was swimming along the shore of the lake, figured that if I saved nothing for the journey back then the worst that could happen is I run out of energy and have to haul myself into someone's back yard and ask them for help. That wouldn't be too bad, so I might as well. It's amazing how much I can trick my brain+body into going further than it otherwise would.

I used to feel eye-rolly about people giving their kids’ names based on an interest. But I later realized that this has always been how many parents name kids, at least since religion was a thing.

I think this is a really cool etymology!

Love the score during that scene.