- Sam: It's not called gently reclining in love. It's called falling in love. Because, yeah, it could hurt, but you're never gonna know unless you jump off the fucking ledge.
- Sam: I see the glass of water as half full. *She* sees the water as poisoned. Also, there is a chip in the glass. So, when you drink it, it's gonna cut your esophagus; you're gonna bleed everywhere.
- [Mollie is testing colors for the door]
- Mollie: So, what do you think?
- Sam: Ooh, they're great.
- Mollie: Yeah, but which do you prefer?
- Sam: [confused] I... I don't...
- Mollie: No, pick one.
- Sam: The-the middle, the one in the middle.
- Mollie: The door's already painted that color.
- Sam: [as if the point is proven] Aah!
- Mollie: Hey, I'm taking your truck.
- Aldo: Hey, fill'em up with gas after. Supreme octane, huh?
- Mollie: Why? You're dying, right?
- Aldo: Good point. Regular.
- [Mollie chuckles. Sits next to Aldo]
- Mollie: Why wasn't I nicer to you before you got sick?
- Aldo: Uhh! Uh, I was ass-hole.
- Mollie: [laughs slightly] Yeah. You're much better with cancer.
- Mollie: Thank you. Make it... supreme.
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