I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?
You shouldn't be able to be alive and you are. You want to trade?
Life is not cured, Mr. Gilner." Dr. Mahmoud leans in. "Life is managed.
So why am I depressed? That's the million-dollar question, baby, the Tootsie Roll question; not even the owl knows the answer to that one. I don't know either. All I know is the chronology.
They've spent alot of money on me. I'm ashamed.
She doesn't want to end up like me. At least I'm giving someone an example not to follow.