Character: Horace

- You know, the only thing worse than living with someone who does not love you...
- You mean your first marriage?
Yes. ... is to live with someone who loves you very much.

- Oh, my God! What kind of person am I!?
- You're like a lot of other people, Sarah, how very many people. Can the army be staffed by people who have been in your situation. Literally, you can gather everyone who was cheating, and to declare war on the loyal people and win!

- I don't want another divorce! Horace, I can not stand! That is, it is what it is. I don't blame you don't blame yourself, it happened... But if it happens to me again, what does this mean?
- That shit from you mate! It's okay! Me too. It doesn't make you a bad person, just don't get married. Go away and don't repeat that. If one - like me. Can't stay in this shit, trying to ignore the obvious. It's a madhouse, so Catholics live...

- Sarah, I fucked your sister! And the whole story! Okay? That's what happened. There is no need to dig deeper.
- No. So, of course, makes it easier.
Yes that is why people do things like this... because then there is no need to rake a bunch of crap, and otherwise - to sift through a bunch of crap. And nobody wants that. So if you have a bad marriage, fuck a relative and go! It works! As fire for insurance money. You know, when the building burns down, no one asks questions. The main thing is really to burn it to the ground.

Why we're Clinton's are such pigs?