“I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.”
“I once locked my keys out of my car. I had to break out of my car with a coat hanger.”
“I could feel my blood just starting to boil, like when I’d lost my car keys and I knew they were around somewhere close, but I couldn’t find them anyway, and I wanted to scream.”
“What are you doing? (Amanda)I'm getting into my car. (Kyrian)You own this?! (Amanda)No. I'm stealing it with the key in my hand. (Kyrian)”
“But I've swallowed my pride before, that's for sure. I'm practically lined with my mistakes on the inside like a bad-wallpapered bathroom.”
“Oh, sheep. I've lost all my sobbing colours.”