“He'll get what he deserves one day." Leaning even closer to me, Natalie whispers, "We all fucking will.”

“On the one hand I think he's a stupid,conceited prick, unrelenting in his disdain for anyone who dares to challenge him. Completely and totally selfish. But on the other hand he does seem to care about some things. He seems to be somewhat understanding, out to make sure that everyone's having a good time. He's confident, not cocky, and there's a difference. It seems like he has these masks he puts on, then changes them in an instant. Part of me thinks it's just maybe who he is, this sociopath who can turn on a dime. But then another part of me wonders if maybe it's all just a game, like a real-life play where he changes his part whenever he sees fit. Some big-time plan to keep people from ever getting too close, or wanting to get close. That everything in front of him is just one big fucking game.”

“It's really starting to get to me and I'm not sure how to handle it because I can't remember ever letting anything get to me before. I can't remember ever feeling this fucking vulnerable.”

“And Cliff goes, "It just makes you wonder."About what?"About what we could get away with if we wanted to."My throat tightens. Cliff says, "Probably all kinds of stuff."I feel nauseous. Smiling, Cliff says, "Probably anything.”

“You don't confront people about things that are out of your control. You bury it inside and you move the fuck on. That's how you deal with shit. It makes you stronger. That's why I'm not weak like my mother. Laura."What?"We're all fucking weak.”

“With Me, I want the Bank of America to know that I'm fucking alive.”

“Fuck everyone's apologies. I'm sick of hearing them. No one is sorry about anything. None of us care that much to be sorry about anything.”