Found it! I knew she was hoarding it. I knew it. Always lying, saying she’s out. Bald-faced liar. Mike, I found the chocolate pudding!
I know who you are. I know what you’ve done. You took my boy away from me! You left him in that place to die! You faked his death! We had a funeral. We buried him. And now you’re asking for my help? Go to hell.
Nothing is gonna go back to the way that it was. Not really. But it’ll get better. In time.[to Joyce]
I am on a curiosity voyage, and I need my paddles to travel. These books… these books are my paddles.[explains the reason why he needs more than five books]