masterpiece

Next time I’ll just shove my boobs right into your face, maybe that will trigger something.

Epilepsy? PTSD? What are you hoping for, Bella?

Olivia: Like what?

Olivia: Atherosclerosis? Fatty liver?

Nate: yes.

Why would I travel to the land of the poor?

For the good of your soul and there’s a giant reflective bean.

Who?

The guy who authored A Million Little Pieces.

Sarquin: is that a feeling you know well?

Nate: occasionally.

Nate: rarely.

Not this early in the year, I thought you were smart.

Clearly you’ve never traveled to the midwest.

Some days are windier than others.

Some days it snows.

My seasonal allergies get the best of me, what can I say? Sure.

Seasonal allergies which only happen on certain days of the week.

I’m running out of flirting tactics, Nathaniel.

I wasn’t aware you’d even begun employing them.

Sarquin: switch it to 11/10 and you do

Sarquin: but the extra point is for your brother

Olivia: I've watched supersize me too and it hasn't stopped me.

Olivia: Plus, one big mac won't hurt.

Olivia: ...in my opinion

Nate: It will do irreparable damage

You can’t just mindfuck the world like that, man.

James Frey is an inspiration to a nation of charlatans though.

Your wild imagination can make anything animate. Wouldn’t actually get you far if you didn’t, you know, actually have my card, and it doesn’t leave my wallet.

You’re the one who does the drugs not me; clearly they’ve addled your brain worse than I thought. I meant the name card, not the credit card; genius.

Olivia: Hey, I'm at McDonald's want me to get you something?

Olivia: And don't you dare make me go to another fastfood chain for a burrito or something else.

Olivia: I'm lazy af.

Sarquin: Are you today's date? Because you're 10/10

I demand access to that bubble.

Sorry; it’s a cootie free zone.