— Jack. Elizabeth is in danger.
— Have you considered just locking her up somewhere?
— She is locked up, bound to hang for helping you.
— There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.
I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would.
Protect me from those who wish tae help us.
“Some one can help me.”
“Maybe so. You can help yourself most."
There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.
Helping someone move is like oral sex: you do it once and then they owe you for life!
I tell them, heap it on me. Make me play the big passive bottom in your guilt gang bang. I'll take everybody's load.