Character: Danny

You know, baby, if you get tired of music, go to psychologists. And I will be your patient

- I hope that's bacon cooked person.
- Yes, personally in the morning killed the pig.
- I wonder what?
- A picture of your face.

- How was your dinner?
- I can't eat this and this and this.
- Lord, forgive me please. That's because you're Jewish?
- Because I'm a man. And don't eat the abomination.

I know we recently confusing... Lacy was right. I can not erase it out of my head. It's always been you, Jo. Even if it had not happened this whole nightmare with my father, I would have still felt about you, even if I tried to deny it. I thought that maybe we were meant to be just friends. I accept that, but... that I was no longer satisfied.

- We failed to talk.
- You know that I've been avoiding you?
- I have chips.

- You could explain to me for example, who are the Kardashians.
- You don't know.

There's never anybody there, Danny. You're the one. That is the reality.
Damn I'm not alone! I have friends all over the world.
Benji squirmed Howard on his knees. Dad, he said a bad word.
But Howard kept on staring at Danny. What they convey to you, your toys? Shadows, disembodied voices? And when you're online - words and pictures on the screen? Yes, Danny, Yes! You think that at the end of the people, and they are not there. You to yourself invented.

- I said you were cute?
You said a little differently... what was it? Biggest loser in new York?

- ... Can keep the money. It's all good. I'm so embarrassed... We've all figured out.
What?! I sold a kidney for this! It was, of course, not mine, but what I will tell the hooker when she wakes up? Kidding! She did not Wake up.

"Apology accepted."
- What apology?
Every time you had the ball you passed it to me.
- Every time you pass it, you scored.
"Apology accepted."

Like I'm a grown man, walking trousers - not pants.

- You are deeply aware of their own theatricality. You lack faith in yourself, but you expect it from others. You're projecting your insecurities onto everyone around him. You reject happiness as shallow and superficial. Do you take post-modernism to avoid your own thoughts. You criticize yourself because it puts you above criticism. You want what I hate and hate what you want. And you always have to kill what you love most.
- Can you see it?
- There is nothing new anymore. All have retold.

If prostitution is the rental of the body then marriage is the sale.

I just need to feel loved.
I just need to feel.