Character: Debbie Novatny

I won't tell you any positive type of crap, "the Lord gives us trials that we can handle" or "Everything will be fine". Because if someone told me that when Vic died, I would have them, ***ing kicked me in the teeth.

- I'm leaving, Deb. From cafes and from Pittsburgh...
- Just because I said I can't be the girl of your dreams? You don't have to leave!
I know, but it's not for you. It's because of me. When I see someone or something that I like, then how would fiksiruesh. I'm the kind of person I've always been like this since the days of the shrimp.
- Shrimp?..
- When I was little, my parents took me and my sister at an outdoor cafe on Sundays, there was a buffet - any food you can imagine. But I really did not like the way the shrimp. And I went, taking more and more... And my parents said, "you know, you'd try the roast beef, stewed chicken, bifstroganov..." - but I know what I like, and eat only that. I know that if I stay here, I'll never be able to move on. I will love you. And we both feel this good will not.
You know, I bet if you tried the roast beef, you would love...

- I have some pills...
Sure? Help to calm down.
Calm down?.. How can I be calm after I talk to him? I said I don't care if I'll see him again someday... and my last words to him were: "Go to the ***!"
- You always swore...
And we always put up, but not this time...

Well, I'm sorry that I couldn't give you what you wanted. But I gave you everything I could.

Nothing kills a good relationship faster than full disclosure.

Mourn the losses because they're many, but celebrate the victories because they are few.

- Tell him that the world isn't going to shit.
This world is going to shit.

- How do you think I made him survive? I continued to yell: "Fuck yeah you finally die already!". Helped like magic.

- I would not began to meet with HIV-positive people.
I must say, to me it is strange to hear from one of you guys, considering how many guys you fuck. Someone of you could also be a positive reaction. And the reason that it is not, not that you are always careful. The fact that you are lucky. You fucking lucky. So don't tell me you can't love someone just because he is not lucky as you. That's even more reason to love him if you ask.

I have always said that it's not about who you love and how you love. The Lord gives the genitals only as accessories.

- Are you crazy?
- I am often suspicious.

I know what happened to you, just crap. And I'm not going to tell you all this optimistic bullshit that everything happens for a reason or that God wants you to be strong. Because, darling, if anybody I said so, when Vic was dying, I would have him ***ing teeth punched.

There is no point in doing something if you're going to do it half-heartedly.

Who said that love is a smooth road? "General motors"?