Alice: It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye." Dan: Supposing you do still love them? Alice: You don't leave.

A couple of flop plays, a death in the family, and it could all collapse.

I'm constantly having to be vigilant with a depressive tendency, an addictive tendency.

I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.

I love everything about you that hurts.

Everything is a version of something else.

I think you owe me something for deceiving me so exquisitely.