“Yeah, and by the way? How much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and not if I want a beer?”
“You're still here. No beer. I'm not corrupting a minor.""But you're a minor," she pointed out. "At least for beer.""Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and I'm not if I want a beer?”
“How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?”
“I wouldn't do that if I were youOh yeah, why notBecause know a dozen ways to kill a man. i'm thinking number 5.”
“I don't understand how an adult can write those last two sentences and not want to kill themselves for being so despicable.”
“I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?”