“What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.”
“Amy: Pond and her boys . . . my poncho boys. If we're going to die, let's die looking like a peruvian folk band.”
“If we're going to die horribly, we're all going to do it together.”
“We're going to die. We're going to die...""We're not going to die," he barks. "Do YOU want to drive?"My head shakes violently. "No way.""Then stop...side seat driving!”
“We're all going to get old one day. So let's just love the age we've got and let's not crave the age we're not. Amen, sing it to your mama.”
“Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.”