I'm out of favors, Jackson. Next time you go honky tonkin, try Kentucky.


Jackson: OK. It's not so bad. It's like a, ah, female phantom of the opera. There's definitely a touring company in your future.
Ashley: We are not making jokes yet.

Maddie: You said you'd call. You need pills.
Dude: [chuckles] I have pills. They don't work. They just fuck up my head and make me buy things off of Amazon.

Sorry, Jackson, but you're the last thing in the world I need right now. Good night.


Shelley: What'd he do to you?
Jordan: Your husband, his brother, and some mysterious third FUCKTARD destroyed my life.

You know, I don't know my fairy tales very well, but in the three piggies? I don't think the wolf made it.


Jordan: Tell me who the third pig is.
Eddie: You're really hung up on this eye for an eye shit, huh? And what happens when you do find him?
Jordan: I'll kill him.
Eddie: I don't buy that for one second. You're no killer. Try again.

Jordan: You killed yourself, you crazy drug addict! It's all on you.
Eddie: And you're not responsible for any of it. Not accountability or culpability. That story sounds really familiar. Oh wait, that's my story.

Jordan: No one was supposed to die.
Eddie: That's my line.
Jordan: You're not really here.
Eddie: Of course I'm not.

No one was supposed to die. I'm sorry.


Fuck dreaming. You do one wrong thing, it leads to another wrong thing. Next thing you know you're stuck in a bunch of wrongs you're looking for an easy way out. Except nothin's easy. It should be. Maybe it is for some people. Not for me. I just wish one thing could be easy.


This isn't what I wanted for us. For me. I had a whole other life in mind.