“I tell you I can't be bothered with things like that. I've got a soul above buttons.”

“its like a button in my brain is broken, like i've developed a disease that forces me to apologize for everything, for existing, for wanting more than what i've been given, and i can't stop.”

“He's going on and on, and I can't be bothered. I just can't be fuckin well arsed saying something like: Solaris shites all over 2001, and then listening to him arguing vehemently against it. Or, alternatively, waiting for him to say it, and then being expected to argue engingly, as if to agree, even if we do, is a sign that we're effete proofs. I can't be bothered with it and I can't even be bothered to tell him that I can'be be bothered.”

“I've got a hangover.""No, you hit your head on the floor.""I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.”

“I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.”

“Why are you bothering? You've got an excuse. You've got bad blood. You must like living; I guess I would if I were you.”