Stuart needs "space" and "time," as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful.

....I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant?

Here's to new beginnings," Stuart says and raises his bourbon. I nod, sort of wanting to tell him that all beginnings are new.

They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.

When you little, you only get asked two questions, what’s your name and how old you is, so you better get em right.