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 lost you once. That was enough.[to Sheila]
No more doing things separately. From now on, we f*** everything up together.
Look how bad things seemed for us yesterday. We were about to lose everything. Today, we just have to kill a Nazi. And, lucky for us, now there are more of them than ever.
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.
Here’s a solution. Let’s all stop talking until I can think of what to say next.
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]
Teenagers. They even make the apocalypse about them.
