I love you, but sooner or later, you're going to have to face the fact you're a goddamn moron.
Listen up, maggots. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.
The things you own end up owning you.
Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, uh, your opinion, man.
That rug really tied the room together.