The Good Life

Jason:
But it's not pain. It's laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn't. It's the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It's being touched by hands that aren't your own. It's the thrill of an escape that almost wasn't. It's the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It's helping a friend find something they lost. It's a smile, a joke, a song. It's what someone does that they like doing. It's what someone does that they like remembering. It's the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It's the road ahead and the road behind. It's the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life.

Jason:
[reading a note from his father] Jason, the brain has enough oxygen to support full awareness for 10 to 15 seconds after the heart is destroyed. Go for the head. A lifetime full of pain, who needs 10 to 15 seconds more.

Jason:
They call the hole left by the passage of a bullet through the body a permanent cavity. A permanent cavity is what cops strive for when shooting someone dangerous. They say the best bullet for the job when trying to incapacitate someone dangerous is the one that's bigger, the one with the most velocity, the one that creates the largest permanent cavity, the one that kills faster. What I think would be worse is being hit by a smaller caliber bullet over... and over... and over. A lifetime full of pain. Who needs 10 to 15 seconds more.

Tad:
See I know what I gave. But it ain't gonna save you. You f*** with me, your ass is history. Number one high school draft choice to a college of my choice. Everybody wants a piece of my voice, including all the women who get moist when I get on the field, b*tch. I'll be playing football next year while you'll still be pumping gas right here. So keep your motherf***ing change. You're gonna need it for your mamma, who's got mange.

Jason:
After you die nothing you ever owned matters, and everything you ever did does. You can't sell what you did to your family at a garage sale.

Jason:
You can tell that by looking at my palm?

Frances:
I can tell that by looking at your face.

Frances:
I lied to you when I said I'd never lie to you again. I'm not even supposed to be here. They just gave me some time off, so I could - visit.

Jason:
I hope to leave here someday... but like the snowflakes trapped inside a snow globe, I wasn't going anywhere.

Jason:
My dad once told me that the people I meet will never care more about who I am than they will about what I look like. And because I look the way I do, people may never care about me at all.