I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and laid in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.

So now live for real, Craig. Live. Live. Live. Live.

I'm going to be here until I'm cured?" "Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner. Life is managed".

She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.

Is that the truth, Jimmy?" I ask without looking at him. "It's the truth and it come to ya!" I smile.

You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?