No chance. It'd be like cutting off our hands." "Then learn to live without your hands." "No, because then we won't be able to do this," Ben says, giving him the finger [...]

How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?

I would rather die than ever see you suffering this way. I don't want you or any child I ever have or any woman I ever love to go through or feel what you're going through, but it's happened and I don't know what to do.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

You're good enough, Jacob.

I'm not interested in those who do me wrong. There's not enough time in the day for them.

I love it when you're demented like this.