You wanna go out in the world?! You better grow up! Grow the hell up!
It’s Fabergé Organics. Use the shampoo and the conditioner, and when your hair’s damp—it’s not wet, okay? When it’s damp, do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray.
Nothing is gonna go back to the way that it was. Not really. But it’ll get better. In time.
Mornings are for coffee and contemplation.
Rule number two: only open the door, if you hear my secret knock.
Feelings. The truth is, for so long, I'd forgotten what those even were. Ive been stuck in that place, in a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave.
Just curious why all of a sudden you look like some MTV punk.
If you don’t mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.
I was wrong this whole time. I wasn't cursed. I am the curse.
After Sara... I saw her too. And I heard her. I didn’t know what was real. And then I figured out that it was in my mind, and I had to pack all that away... otherwise I was gonna fall down a hole, that I couldn’t get out of.
Make mistakes, learn from them and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave.
C-O-M-promise. Compromise? How ’bout that’s your word for the day, yeah? It’s something that’s kinda in-between, something like… half-way happy.