Jail Girl: Got any pictures of you boys, Smurf? They're fine. Smurf: No. Jail Girl: Oh, c'mon. Not even hanging over your bed. Smurf: Not even over my bed. Jail Girl: Oh, yeah? Why is that? Smurf: Because I wouldn't want this shithole to start feeling like home.
Pope: I have to find you a doctor. Lena: Why? I'm not sick. Pope: Not that kind of doctor. It's the kind of doctor that you talk to. There are some kind of doctors that you talk to when you feel mad or sad. They talk to you. Lena: Why? Pope: Because it's supposed to help you not feel mad or sad anymore.