It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.
As a lower-class kid, I was raised to think success would be owning stuff. Having that great job, too. Now I find my parents' dream was wrong. You never really own anything. And you're never really finished as a person.
The girls you meet are never very far from their worst-case scenario.
It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.
The joke is, we all have the same punchline.