Where were you? You have to stop asking questions. Look, I a...
Quinn: Where were you?
Huck: You have to stop asking questions.
Quinn: Look, I am worried about you.
Huck: [shouting] You have to stop asking questions! You're not worried about me, you're interested. You want to know what it feels like to do the things that I do. I see you. I see that look in your eye every time you ask me one of your questions about where I was and what I've been doing. You're interested. And maybe that's because you're able to see me, too--how my mouth has been dry for months, how I've been squirming and vibrating and it wouldn't stop until the other night when everything just stopped and I wasn't thirsty anymore.