My father was bipolar. One night, when I was ten, he tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet.
You know, you’re always calling people “c**ts” or “tw*ts”. But I never really got how that’s an insult? They’re flexible, take a pounding, and they’re the reason behind, like, 98% of my life decisions.[to Billy]
When they’re apart, they’re absolute f***ing rubbish. But, you put them together, they’re the goddamn f***ing Spice Girls.
Sometimes you get further with people by treating them like people.[to Billy]
I really did want to make a difference. I really did care. I was just like you. And then I started giving pieces of myself away and I guess I gave away everything.[to Starlight]
He’s got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*** that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank.[about God]
Everyone always asks, what’s our special weakness? Gamma rays? Iron daggers? Some ridiculous, stupid thing? The truth is, our weakness is the same as anyone’s. It’s people. The people we care about.
You tell anyone what you saw or heard here today, and I’ll cut your hands off and shove them so far up your ass, your fingers’ll give us a little wave out your throat, yeah?[to Mesmer]
You see, I know your secret. You’re not a bad person. Just a scared one.[to the Female]
What have you got to lose that you ain’t already lost?[to Hughie]
Since when did “hopeful” and “naive” become the same thing? I mean, why would you get into this business if not to save the world? That’s all I have ever wanted.
Just ’cause you fall on your ass doesn’t mean you have to stay there.[quoting Robin]
