“Are we letting her drink beer again?""Hell yes we are, and it's hilarious.”

“This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called, 'We hate you, please die.”

“We are Sex Bob-Omb and we are here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff!”

“Do you want to have sex? I think we should have sex. CASUAL sex.”

“We have a mutual friend, see, and she- Ah, screw it. This is Gideon. When would it be convenient for you to die?”

“Every time you look up at the stars, it’s like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you’re the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooded path, kissing in the moonlight, look up and you’re eleven again. Chasing cats in a tiny town, you’re eleven again, you’re sixteen again. You’re in a rowboat. You’re staring out the back of a car. Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening.”

“Maybe it's important to open up I people- people who are right there with you, not some thousand miles away in another universe. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe I should just settle for not knowing. Maybe it's just good to know that you're not the only one who doesn't know.”