Hot Tea," He Said, Holding The Cups.

She's Gone. Been Gone For Ages. They Split Up Right After You Left. That's Why The Grass Out Front Started Growing Again." "he's Got A New Girlfriend?" She Said Quietly. "thank God. You Must Be Happy." "yeah. He Does. It's A Relief. She's A Lot Nicer. But Then, Your Average Angry Snake Is Nicer Than Fiona. I'm Sure She's Happier Wherever She Is Now, Burning Orphans Or Whatever She Does With Her Time.

Well, What Now? You Have No Job. I Have No Job. Wanna Play Jenga?

Walk Really, Really Carefully. It's Not Complicated, But If You Mess Up, You'll Die, So Pay Attention.

Why Paris? Paris Needs No Reason. Paris Is Its Own Reason.

I Like You Because You Were Mad. And You're Pretty. And Pretty Sane For A Mad Person.