Tiffany: Can we get through one fucking conversation without you reminding me that my goddamn husband's dead?
Pat: How old are you? Tiffany: Old enough to have a marriage end and not wind up in a mental hospital.
Pat Sr.: [upon arriving at the hotel and seeing the professional dancers on the night of the competition] Holy shit. Is this Dancing with the Stars?
Pat: [to his mother] Danny was in for assault because of crystal meth and alcohol. Danny: Bad combination. Pat: On top of an anxiety disorder.
Pat: Mom, can we stop at the library? I want to read Nikki's entire high school syllabus.
Pat: Nikki's waiting for me to get in shape and get my life back together. Then we're going to be together.
Pat: I don't have an iPod. I don't have a phone. They don't let me make calls. I'm going to call Nikki.
Ryan Bingham: [waiting in a check-in line at the Wisconsin hotel] Are you available? Check-in Lady: This line's reserved for members of our Matterhorn Program.
We now know that sex is complicated enough that we have to admit nature doesn't draw the line for us between male and female, or between male and intersex and female and intersex; we actually draw that line on nature.
I have values. But morals are Christian. There's no religion here. Values. Don't hurt when you don't need to, but don't let anybody step over that line - it's an invisible line, but it's respect for somebody's space.
Long-lived persons have one or two lines which extend through the whole hand; short-lived persons have two lines not extending through the whole hand.
Some need diamonds some need love Some need cards some need luck Some need dollar bills lining their clothes all I need is, all I need is two white horses in a line
There is a thin line between self-love and self-hate. When you are at the self-hate side, make sure to cross the line and stay away from it forever.
Find something that thrills you, and when you finish reading it for enjoyment, read it again line by line, paragraph by paragraph to see what you liked about it.
Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.
On the highest throne in the world, we still sit only on our own bottom.
Close your eyes. Grab a hand. And jump! Your destiny is waiting for you at the bottom!
Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.
If you hit bottom, there's a whole lot of people here to help you up
Stripe felt frozen. To be so high and not high at all! It only looked good from the bottom.
I knew I was in deep shit. I didn’t know how deep—just that I still hadn’t touched bottom.
