“This isn't a script," Julian says. "It's not going to add up. Not everything's going to come together in the third act.”
“And later when we got into the car, he took a turn down a street that I was pretty sure was a dead end. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I don't know" he said "just driving". "But this road doesn't go anywhere" I told him. "That doesn't matter." "What does?" I asked, after a little while. "Just that we're on it, dude." He said.”
“We buy balloons, we let them go.”
“Where are we going?" I asked"I don't know," he said. "Just driving.""But this road doesn't go anywhere," I told him."That doesn't matter.""What does?" I asked, after a little while."Just that we're on it, dude," he said.”
“What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?”
“There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.”