White Bird in a Blizzard

Kat Connor:
I miss f***ing you.

Detective Scieziesciez:
Once there was this... obese man. Some sick f*** had doused him with gasoline and then lit him on fire. And by the time we got to the body, two days later, he was still burning.

Kat Connor:
What?

Detective Scieziesciez:
Guy had so much body fat he's like a human candle.

Kat Connor:
[narrating] I was seventeen when my mother disappeared. Just as I was becoming nothing *but* my body - flesh and blood and raging hormones - she stepped out of hers and left it behind.

Kat Connor:
[narrating] Dr. Thaler reminds me of an actress playing the therapist. And when we have a session, I feel like an actress playing myself.

Kat Connor:
I know Phil's not the smartest crayon in the box.

Mickey:
That is the understatement of century.

Kat Connor:
That's what I kind of like about him, you know. He's just simple. I know it sounds perverse, but he's kind of like my dad in that way. You scratch the surface, and there's just more surface.