“You know, I can't stop thinking about you.Oh really? Why you so obsessed about me?Because..you're so full of shit yet still alive.”

“Don't you get that yet? You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you.”

“You're all I think about, dream about. I get high and low and it's all about you now, it's not even about me anymore. I can't sleep, can't think, can't concentrate worth shit anymore and it's all because I want to be the fucking 'one' for you and as soon as you realize what I am, all I'll be is a fucking mistake!”

“I'm sorry it took me so long to see you, but now that I do, I can't stop thinking about you.”

“You made a mistake, and sadly time travel has not yet been invented, so why are you still thinking about it?”

“I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake — especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.”