“Liam, shut up. I'm trying to do an interview”

“Shut up. I'm drunk and I'm trying to confess, so just let me do it, okay?”

“I'm down here, trying to live, trying to deal with the real world, while you're hiding, bitching, fucking everyone's shit up but your own, so shut up, just shut the fuck up. Thirty-two million copies, thirty-two million copies, that's what you got for your pain. What do I get for mine? What does anyone get for theirs? Nothing, not a fucking thing, they get another goddamned day of it and another goddamned day of it after that, so just shut up, will you? Will you just shut up?”

“Oh- and Anastasia, I'm glad Miss Kavanagh couldn't do the interview.”

“Dale: What are you doing?!?Brennan: I'm burying you.Dale: [crying] I'm alive Brennan, I'm alive.Brennan: You're waking the neighbors! Shut up!”

“Oh, shut up Hagan. I'm not doing it for you; I'm doing it for me. I don't want your blood getting all over my outfit.”