Well, we can’t start killing people. We’re getting life back to normal. And killing people isn’t normal, sweetheart.[to Sheila]
When you love someone, that doesn’t matter. Because it’s not about what you give up, it’s about what you get.
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]