American Gods, Season 1

Shadow:
I think I'm losing my mind.

Wednesday:
Well, when will you know for sure?

Shadow:
I've heard of guys losing it when they get out.

Wednesday:
Are you trying to wiggle your way out of this job?

Shadow:
Lucy...I-Love-Lucy talked to me.

Wednesday:
Oh, the television program?

Shadow:
No, Lucy herself came-- This is so fucking crazy.

Wednesday:
And like the rest of your life is sane?

Shadow:
Lucy talking to me from the TV is weirder by several orders of magnitude than anything that's ever happened to me.

Wednesday:
So far. Oh, at times the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. In these moments, you gotta ask yourself: Would I rather be ignored?

Shadow:
Yes.

Wednesday:
Okay, yes, ignore me. Always better dead than forgotten. And no one is ever gonna forget you. Now, flattering as that may be, this, on top of your other adventures-- Hmm.

Shadow:
Sudden onset of strange.

Wednesday:
Fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language and what we're doing here is vocabulary building.

Shadow:
Fuck your vocabulary.

Wednesday:
Okay. This is gibberish. Seems you have a choice. You may have to consider that you didn't see what you saw.

Shadow:
Or?

Wednesday:
Or you did. The world is either crazy or you are. They're both solid options. Take your pick, and when you decide, come and tell me. But don't rush into it. Take your time. Difficult decision.

Shadow:
They threatened to reprogram reality. I mean, is-- Is that what this is? Are they just fucking with my head? Are you fucking with my head?

Wednesday:
There are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad.