“Oh go get some dignity. I think it's in the aisle next to the Q-tips.”
“What's that?""The laundry basket?""No, next to it.""I don't see anything next to it.""It's my last shred of dignity. It's very small.”
“My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.”
“I think you’ve been inserting the Q-tips too far,” Lila says with a smirk.“I push them in until my brain tickles.” “You’re a clown, Bry.”“That hurts. My ego is seriously wounded.”
“On the subject of how to make friends, I would give you some tips, but I just don’t have any. Oh, I have plenty of tips, but I don’t have any friends.”
“Life presents some very interesting situations. When you’re in the middle of a jam, you’re not thinking, “Oh that’s interesting.” You’re thinking, “How the hell am I going to get through this one.”