"But there’s a slight difference there. You’re you, and I’m just a girl in a bar. However, you do have a point. I’ll give you that. I suppose I just think too much about dumb stuff for my own good sometimes.”
“There’s nothing just about being a girl, no matter what you do. I’m not me.. not like that. There’s a hell of a lot more to me than the shit you read in the newspapers. I’m actually a pretty normal, dorky guy; Don’t get me wrong, part of me loves the fame, the fortune and the women, but I’m getting to a point in my life where I wouldn’t mind staying home, doing Sudoku puzzles, and watching Disney movies.”
”— okay now you may speak to me.”
“I don’t care how big you get, or how green you get, I’m not leaving you.”
"I’m not…. whining. Just genuinely concerned that I’m still going to be fixing up everybody else’s computers by the time I’m fifty, instead of doing something meaningful with my talents.”
"I’m forty-four this year… and I still fix everybody’s computers. By the time you’re my age, everybody will be computers… Everyone will rely on computers way more than they do now. You’d be so super important."
”I just found a pair of Iron Man socks at the bottom of the drawer.
I wish I could say they were a gift, but I’m pretty sure I bought them myself.”
i will give you cookies and my first born if you go roleplay with this guy
"I used to have an idea of what I wanted to do. I’ve been set back so much that I’m not sure which way is up half the time, y’know? I’m twenty-eight. You’d think I’d have a dream at the very least. You at least have that.”
“Twen’y-eight? You’re still a baby, you’ve got plenty of time to figure out what to do, quit whinin’.”
"Right? Now, if only I knew the first thing about how to go about living my life like that, I’d be set."
”It’s okay to not know what the fuck you’re doing with your life.
You think I have a clue? I don’t.
I’m still a five year old boy, desperate to become an astronaut.”
“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it." She shrugged, smiling faintly. "Maya Angelou. My mama wrote it down for me once and it just kinda stuck."