“Who are you?""I'm the stuff of your nightmares... Actually, I'm the stuff your nightmares wake up screaming about”
“I love that name. A country named Chad. Sounds like somebody who lived next door to the Brady Bunch. But if Chad actually lived next door to the Bradys, Greg would be roasting over a slow fire and Marcia would be standing naked on an auction block, because Chad is one of the hungriest, craziest, most desperate places on the planet.”
“No I'm not a dream, I'm your worst nightmare”
“You're my heartbeat, Brady.”
“I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.”