Sam: We passed a parking lot. Something definitely happened there, but I don’t know what.
James: I get it. I worked at this restaurant in high school. I don’t remember anything about it, just the drinks.

Just be yourself, not your old self, but your new self, but not the new self from today. Focus on the fun parts and don’t worry about the sad stuff.

Nathaniel

I don’t know how to feel. There’s an odd comfort to failure.

James

James: That’s the thing. You have some stuff you might not want to remember. Take me, for example.
Sam: I’m glad I remembered you.

Company owner: I can’t tell if you’re excited or terrified.
James: Well I’m an alcoholic

James: I don’t think a trip together is a good idea. Is it a friend thing? Is it a romantic thing?
Sam: It’s a bagel thing.

Are you though? I endured pirate jokes every day for a month.

Nathaniel

Carol: Samantha, you’re a writer. Didn’t New York and Bzzz make you want to drink?
Sam: There are lots of things that make me want to drink, Mom.

Sam: I haven’t written anything yet.
Carol: Why not?
Sam: I can’t write unless I’m drunk, I guess.

Sam: If I don’t see some action soon, this whole area is going to break off and drift off to sea.
Olivia: Six months is when it happened to me too.
Sam: Your privates sacrificed themselves to the tide?
Olivia: No, I started to feel my body again. You’re just emerging from sobriety survival mode.

Listen. We’re on different timelines. If we were both newcomers, this would have ended up very differently.

James

James: Want to dance?
Sam: I think I’m going to ease my way into it. I’m not sure how my body moves without a gin and tonic in its system.