“if you're a teenaged babysitter caring for a mute toddler in a remote Maine cabin during a once-in-a-century blizzard while and escaped killers (bearing a strange resemblance to the handicapped boy you and your friends bulled of an embankment and left for dead all those years ago) roams the woods, you're probably in a horror movie.”
“You have lived all these years and you're still a grumpy teenage boy. That must take effort.”
“Is this muteness a real physical handicap? One of the many symptoms of being Dead?Or do we just have nothing left to say?”
“Because you have no memory for things that happened ten or twenty years ago, you're still mouthing the same nonsense as two thousand years ago. Worse, you cling with might and main to such absurdities as 'race,' 'class,' 'nation,' and the obligation to observe a religion and repress your love.”
“theres only a little bit of that boy i got stuck with all those years ago left in there nick and its the best part”
“You're probably the most boring teenager in the world.”