"The only way we do better is by figuring out what we did wrong."
"So I can have sex, Sean. Why else would anyone get married?"
"A week from Saturday? Maxine, why are you getting married a week from Saturday?"
"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.
"By the way, I'm getting married a week from Saturday. I expect you to be there.
"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?
"2 weeks ago my fiancée died of a heart attack, 48 hours before we were to be wed. Also, I've cut my hair."
"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
"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."
"Mother, (hands Maxine a flowery pinkish dress) this is your festive section."