“I'm going to enjoy this.”“What?” I asked. “Hell?”
“What the hell makes you smart?" I asked."I wouldn't go for coffee with you.""Listen - I wouldn't ask you.""That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid.”
“I don't care where I'm from. Nor where I'm going. From hell to hell.”
“What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you, " she answered. "Listen -- I wouldn't ask you." "That, "she replied "is what makes you stupid.”
“I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ”
“They faced each other. 'I'm going to enjoy this,'Melancholia said. 'I daresay I'm not.”