— I'm dating an idiot.
— Yeah, but you knew what you were getting into.
I'm feeling so open and vulnerable that it's literally filling me up with rage and hatred, so I should go.
— Why aren't you taking the job, Perry?
— You said it was a bureaucratic nightmare. And I don't want to be miserable.
— You love being miserable.
— I don't want everyone to hate me.
— Everybody already hates you. You wanna know the real reason why you don't want the gig, champ? Because you're a fraidy-cat.
— Beg your pardon?
— Didn't you hear me? Are fraidy-cat's ears too tiny?
— Don't push me, Bob.
— You're right. I'm sorry. Would it make you feel any better to bat this around for a while?
— Wow. You look amazing.
— Even in cookie pants?
— Especially in cookie pants.
— I can't imagine what it's like to have cancer, but I bet it sucks.
— It totally sucks.