I can do anything I want...and so can you.
I'm afraid I'm not going to be able to continue this conversation.
Twenty-eight days... six hours... forty-two minutes... twelve seconds. That... is when the world... will end.
Oh, please, tell me Elizabeth, how exactly does one suck a fuck?!
The search for God is absurd?
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
What's it like to have a wacko for a son?
What if you can go back in time, and take away all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better?
Donnie: When is this going to stop? Frank: You should already know that.
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