Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

Xavier:
A dead child is like pudding. The proof is in the fact that he probably looked like pudding when he got hit by that car. And I think it's time you be "pudding" his chocolate memory to rest.

Blue Shirt Guy:
Rest -- Oh, have one of the green ones. They'll help you rest. You want the rest? Huh?

Xavier:
No, I don't believe in pills.

Pink Shirt Woman:
There's a pill for that, too. Here.

[Xavier's flashback intensifies]

Young Xavier:
My parakeet feeds her babies every day. How come I don't get no din-din?

Xavier's Mom:
Mommy loves only her pills. They stop my quivers!

[Xavier's Mom vomits into Young Xavier's mouth]

Young Xavier:
Thanks, mommy!