This is not about sex, is it? Because I don't know anything about that.
you can stab me with knives, you can beat me with clubs, you can make me open my eyes when we're having sex but there's no way on earth you can make me get a second job
I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
Sorry, Peg, I didn't hear you. I was thinking of killing myself
