You were right. I am rotten. I'm dead soil.

Guilt is empty calories, babe.

The world's made of two types of people, shortbread. The people who take it out on themselves, and people who take it out on others.

OK, OK. Gabriel, darling, we're done here. I'm sorry if the world has never lived up to the love your mother heaped on you as a child, but I'm not prepared to be a recovery centre for your issues. Step into your power, Peewee, and stop trying to borrow mine. You see something shiny like this hot piece of ass right here and you want to possess it, don't you? Huh? Or break it. Ooh! Fix it. But a real man would just enjoy seeing himself reflected in the shiny. If you can't do that, it's probably best for everyone that you just leave it alone.