“I'm not sure whether you're confident or delusional, but thanks anyway.”
“See, now I don't know whether to be all 'Yay!' because you're empowered or sad because you're having delusional almost-sex with an imaginary boyfriend.”
“I'll save me money, thanks. Already diagnosed meself, anyway. I'm a cactus.''Cactus? Right. Great work, there, Doc. I'm glad you're not my bloody doctor.”
“I'm used to desperate, buddy. Desperate's my factory default. But thanks anyway.”
“Whoop-de-do," said Ram."What?""I'm celebrating.""Was that irony or loss of mental function?" asked the expendable."Was that a rhetorical questions, a bit of humor, or a sign that you are losing confidence in me?""I have no confidence in you, Ram," said the expendable."Well, thanks.""You're welcome.”
“I can no longer be sure whether the psyche is in me or whether I'm in the psyche...”