Hey, can we stop running I'm almost 30.
- Sam
Charlie: What are you so afraid of?
Mary Catherine: I'm afraid my brain is going to melt.
What good is paying up to nose to live here
if we never take the advantage of it?
We might as well live somewhere else
and just visit every once in a while
and actually do things.
- Charlie
You don't need to know every thing in advance.
- Mary Catherine
Sam: Oh, wait, Where's your accent?
Mississippi: Oh, it's here.. when I need it.
Sam: One night stands are the worst.
Mississippi: So you wanna have a three night stand?
He's a f*cking 29 year old 12 year old.
That's what he is. That's all he meets.
- Annie
Annie: I'm so sick of optimism, it's fucking exhausting.
Sam: Listen.. why do you give a shit what people like Ira think of you?
Ira, phew!
You should give a shit what like people like me think of you,
and I think you are one of the greats. I always have.
Everyone who loves you thinks that. Okay? Okay.
Annie: About a year ago I was in this cab
and the cab driver, this Indian guy started telling me.
He started telling me all sorts of stuff.
He, he was just looking at me in the rear view mirror
and he said bliss, bliss is your birth rite.
And I was like.. uh, 45th in Madison?
And he said you have great potential in this lifetime.
The key to your life is gratitude and you do not given up things.
And I say woe, how do I do that.
and he said simple, say thank you, and I said when?
He said, all the time, right now.
And he said after I say thank you, he say, more please.
Sam # 2: Wait, thank you more please?
Annie: Yeah, that with gratitude the universe is eternally abundant.
So.. I've been.. giving gratitude a shot.
Thank you more please. Thank you more please.
Thank you more please. How crazy am I sounding here.
Sam # 2: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, not at all.
Have, have you notice the difference?
Annie: No, I mean, yes, but whatever.
I realize the problem
You write short stories and I think you like living in short stories.
Now I kinda ready for the novel you know.
- Mississippi
So here is what I have to say before the damn beep cuts me off.
Sadness be gone, let's be people who deserved to be loved,
who are worthy, 'cause we are worthy.
We really are. You've been telling me that for years
and now I get to spend it back at you.
You're a good man Sam Wexler.
Go get yourself loved. That's all I got.
- Annie
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