So how fucked up are you??

Saw the movie " Departed" second time last night. That movie is just great. The dialogues, the acting , the plot; everything is great. Anyway, the title was one of the dialogues in the movie but i hardly remembered it after seeing the movie.
But then i went to Stanford GSB information session. When i came there , saw just a couple of people sitting there. Just when i entered I saw a nice girl (who looked like Russian) . I smiled and she smiled back. I took a seat just behind her in hope of something happening. Just then our host entered and session started. If I had any hopes of impressing the Adcom staff, it vanished as quickly as dew vanishes after sunrise (I am fond of Siddhuisms).
I could not ask even a single question while the host was bombarded with questions right,left and centre. Just then, suddenly, this dialogue came to my mind and as ,eventually, i left the session I could think of nothing else. It seemed the answer to this dialogue is what Adcom wants. It might sound funny or even stupid, but to me the dialogue seemed like poetry, encapsulating more meaning then suggested by number of words. Needless to say, I am still try to find out, how fucked up I am?