“Is that how you play?" Daisy asked breezily. "I just envision how I want the bowl to go, and then I roll it.”

“What am I? Let's just say I won't fetch a stick for you. I won't beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead.”

“I hate when a director says to me 'Here's how I envision this scene'...excuse me? It's right here in the script - I 'envisioned' it FOR you. Do what I wrote. If you want to 'envision', you should become a writer. Where the fuck were you when the page was blank?”

“I don’t know how to bowl.”“Right, that’s a problem, since this place really screams ‘professional bowling,’” Silas snips back, rolling his eyes.”

“How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade...”

“Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you.But no one does.”