Ripley: What happened to you?
Sullivan: Um, I have this nerve thing in my leg.
Ripley: No, no, Bob, your moral compass. I must have tried 30 times to make you have second beer and look at you now, literally shooting up in your own firehouse.
Sullivan: It’s … it’s pain. It’s real. I mean …
Ripley: Hey, hey, whose pain isn’t real? Surely, you’re starting to get that. And even if you do everything perfectly, follow every rule by the letter, life still hands you some pretty bitter lemons. But you just keep that bitter face on. What a waste. You see, all you need is what you’ve always needed Bob: more sugar.