“But I hate to get anywhere by working for it. I'll show the marks, don't you know.”
“I hate Sunday, and I don't think I'll ever get over it. But I'm going to try.”
“Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.”
“Half the reason I turned into a writer is you didn't have to show up anywhere. You could work naked.”
“Know I don't hate youDon't wanna fight youKnow I'll always love youBut right now I just don't like youCause you took this too far”
“At the end of the walkway is a cat. It struts with arrogance. You'd think it just won the Nobel Prize. But it didn't. Know why? Because it's a freakin' cat. In case you mossed the memo, I. Hate. Cats. I loathe them. They're built with creepy little teeth and finger blades. I don't know about you, but I'll pass on that freak show.”