“Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be?”

“I handed him my heart, soul, and spirit on a silver platter and he crushed them into a million pieces.”

“He is not a prince, and you are not a princess, and real life is not a fairytale. Happily-ever-afters are not handed out on silver platters. They have to be earned.”

“And thereLike I thought I knewAnd aint life a bitchWas his head on a silver platter”

“Why, Maysie? What more do you need me to tell you? Haven't I already handed my fucking guts to you on a platter? What else do you need to hear?”

“You know what my friends and I used to call girls like you? Girls who had everything handed to them on a silver platter, who only cared about how they looked and who was dating the most popular guy?""What?"His grin grows wider. "We called you bitches. You girls were straight-up bitches.”