Inertia

Eve:
It's just been a weird morning, man.

Drug Dealer:
Yeah. You're a corpse. You're a corpse that begs, shoots up, and brings me tiny wads of filthy f***ing money.

Eve:
I... I just...

Drug Dealer:
You're not even worth the dirt you're soon gonna be buried under.

Jane:
Aren't you supposed to help me? Isn't that how things are supposed to happen?

Ex-Boyfriend:
You left without warning. You did everything without warning. You lost your chance for the supposed to's.

Chad's Boss:
Hey, hot biscuit. Check out the new stunners I got.

Chad's Boss:
You broke my f***ing glasses!

Jane:
I want to throw myself a going-away party.