This was too much. "I refuse. I absolutely REFUSE to be an onion.
It won't do you a bit of good to know everything if you don't do anything with it.
I think maybe they're all right when they say there are some things I won't know anything about until I'm older. But if [love] makes you like to eat all kinds of wurst I'm not sure I'm going to like this.
Don't mess with anybody on a Monday. It's a bad, bad day.
All I ask of in the world is just one day after another with nothing planned.
Writers don’t care what they eat. They just care what you think of them