What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
I felt like we had a secret, just the two of us. Like that thing where you just wanna be with one person all the time. You feel like the two of you get something no one else gets.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
Did you ever have to find a way to survive and you knew your choices were bad, but you had to survive?
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
Always take a favor over money. I think Jesus said that as well.
You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.