“I hate my name. Life is not a Wagner opera after all,” says Tristan. “I’ve never looked at your penis, you’ll have to take my word for it,” says his father. “Perverted? What’s wrong with perverted?” asks his mother. “Actually, in order to change the world we have to treat God. And we can get to him through you,” says his therapist. “May I ask you to respect the privacy of our protagonists,” says his taxi driver.