"Mother, (hands Maxine a flowery pinkish dress) this is your festive section."
"So do what ever you want with me. Okay. Put me in jail for the rest of my life. Make her happy, because its all over. I'm already dead."
"Oh so thats why she's not answereing my emails.
Of course I understand, I killed my best friend, I saw her lying there. My life is over, I can't go back to school, I can't even walk down the street. I'm a murderer.
So do what ever you want with me
"2 weeks ago my fiancée died of a heart attack, 48 hours before we were to be wed. Also, I've cut my hair."
"No, my director is a former drug addict. I myself am a former high school student, and everyone here used to poop in your pants. What's your point?
"By the way, I'm getting married a week from Saturday. I expect you to be there.
"Never wear fire for a hat... I haven't any idea what it means. I read it in a bathroom stall once and it stuck with me.
"A week from Saturday? Maxine, why are you getting married a week from Saturday?"
"So I can have sex, Sean. Why else would anyone get married?"
"The only way we do better is by figuring out what we did wrong."