Lonesome Jim

Jim:
I mean, I'm a f***-up, but you're a goddam tragedy.

Jim:
I sort of came back to have a nervous breakdown, but my brother beat me to it.

[last lines]

Ben:
I thought you never ran.

Evil:
Because when you point a finger at somebody else, you're pointing three at yourself and a thumb at the sky.

Jim:
You have a girlfriend, Evil?

Evil:
Nah. I use hookers. It's cheaper.

Jim:
Mom! You're home!

Sally:
Yep.

Jim:
How?

Sally:
Something called bail. One of the girls in prison told me about it. Apparently your father never realized it was an option.

Jim:
There's so many fun and cheery people in the world. Don't you think you'd be better off with one of them? Someone more like yourself?

Anika:
You think I'm fun and cheery?

Jim:
Of course you are.

Evil:
Come on. There's not a jury in the world that's gonna believe that that woman is sellin' drugs. But they will believe a guy like me does.

Jim:
You do, Evil.

Evil:
See!

Evil:
What do you think of that weed?

Jim:
It's a little strong.

Evil:
Yeah, I put a little crack in it.

Jim:
"Dear Mum, I don't know where to start so I'll just begin with the end and work my way back. I came home because I ran out of money and nowhere else to go. If I had any other option I would have taken it. I did not consider having a place to come home to a blessing. Instead, I thought of it as a burden and a symbol of failure. I'm ashamed to admit that growing up I pitied you and what I thought was your naive belief that our dreams could come true, simply by virtue of having them. Because the truth, as I witnessed it, was completely different. The truth actually was that nothing worked out, and no-one anywhere lived a life they wanted. But I see now that it was me with the naive belief. I thought if I resigned myself to disappointment at least I'd be better off than those people that tried and failed. And I hate myself for realising this now, and for taking and taking from you without giving anything back. You're one of the few good peaches in a world full of rotten fruit, Mum. I promise not to waste anymore time or take your love for granted ever again. I love you so much. Jim."

Jim:
What's your problem Anika?

Anika:
Nothing JIm.

Anika:
Just, you can't ask a girl to move one thousand and eighty-two miles with you unless you're really going to follow through.

Jim:
Why wouldn't I follow through?

Anika:
Because, you don't know what it would be like.

Jim:
What would it be like?

Anika:
Difficult. Very Difficult.

Jim:
Well, great. I'm used to challenges.

Anika:
You're used to avoiding them.