When Living Without

Jane Morrison:
I just need a little.

Whitney:
I can't just make this sh*t magically appear. I'm not a f***ing wizard, okay?

Phil:
What the hell am I supposed to do if you show up loaded one morning and someone comes in who's decided ahead of time to pick you of all people to screw up their day, huh?

Jane Morrison:
That's not going to happen!

Phil:
It happens. This is the real world and a**holes are in abundance everywhere.

Charles:
I don't mean to sound like a dick, but the reason your car's not starting, I think, is because you're out of gas.

Charles:
Teen driver. Looking at his hot girlfriend for too long when he should've been looking at the road. I got rear ended pretty bad but... thank god for really good drugs, right?

Jane Morrison:
Eighteen f***ing bucks?

Courtney Morrison:
It's all I have. And it's sure as sh*t more than you deserve!

Jane Morrison:
Yeah, this is gonna last me through rent, gas, food and whatever the f*** else I need. But thanks for your dumb f***ing charity.

Courtney Morrison:
What ever happened to the classics like Percocet and Vicodin?

Woman Driver:
I'm sorry but you look terrible.

Jane Morrison:
Thank you. Thank you very f***ing much.

Courtney Morrison:
Believe it or not, and I don't give a f*** if you do, but I love you Jane!

Courtney Morrison:
You know, one day you're gonna take one more of those damn pills and you're gonna keel over...

Jane Morrison:
Shut up.

Courtney Morrison:
...and you're gonna die...

Jane Morrison:
Shut up.

Courtney Morrison:
...miserable and alone.

Jane Morrison:
Shut up!

Courtney Morrison:
And don't expect me to come to your funeral if you're just gonna bend over and die like this!

Jane Morrison:
Fine! Who f***ing needs you?

Charles:
We were married for three and a half years and then she got sick. And you know how people are when they get sick. They try and act like nothing's happening, like nothing's wrong.

Charles:
They tried the whole 'miracle cure' with Miriam, but what could we expect? She got sicker and sicker and the deadline got closer and closer. It was just too frightening for someone of her liveliness to imagine. So one day... she empties her bottle. I came home from work and she was gone. But she did write me a letter. Granted it was all chicken scratch cause she could barely hold a pen by then. She said a long life is what we all long for. But to live a short one full of wonder? That was good enough for her. I wish she would've held on till the end but I can't be mad at her for that... And so I come here, from time to time, to our place.

Charles:
You know what to do now. And if it ever starts to come up again just remember how you feel right now. And how wonderful it is to feel normal.

Jane Morrison:
Normal. I forgot how great ordinary feels.

Charles:
-in reference to pills- I may smile when I take these out. But I guess it's just to hide the pain.