When you love someone, that doesn’t matter. Because it’s not about what you give up, it’s about what you get.
Well, we can’t start killing people. We’re getting life back to normal. And killing people isn’t normal, sweetheart.[to Sheila]
I realize it’s not their fault, but f***ing Serbia! Other than tennis players, has anything good come out of that country?
I found pictures of a few women, but they were taken from inside a toilet, so probably not serious relationships.
I always wonder if it’s better to bury two bodies in one place or spread them around. I’m sure there’s a right answer, but I never want to meet the person who knows it.
Why does everyone want to find meaning in their lives? Whatever happened to just getting through the f***ing day?
We can be firm. Remember that time she wanted a guinea pig and we said no, and then we got it for her? Let’s just do the first half of that.[to Sheila, about Abby]
Someday, if you have kids, and you get a virus and start killing people, you’ll appreciate how well your mother and I are doing.[to Abby]
So there’s not a cure, and the partial cure might not even work because we’re too late, and Sheila’s not a rat. But the good news is I get to make an elderly woman throw up in a bucket, which might be a turn-on for some people, but it’s not my thing. Yet! Who knows? The night is young![to Cora]