“All I know is, if we don't eat soon I'm going to chew off a limb. And I can't guarentee it'll be mine.”

“I don't like the word soon because you don't know when it's going to sneak up on you and turn into NOW. Or maybe it'll be the kind of soon that never happens.”

“What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?”

“I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.”

“I'm not going to work in a place where I can't eat donuts.”

“I can't do nothing. Just put it off. And that don't do no good. I reckon it belong to me. I reckon what I going to get ain't no more than mine.”