"What I'm missing, I think, is a great subject. Like, like the novel. That which is new, y'know? I mean, where's my...…"

"I mean, my great shame as a writer is that I'm just this suburban kid with good parents. Y'know? I was fed, clothed, …"

"Fuck! ...Don't swear."

"Can we stop running? I'm almost thirty."

"So look. You're obviously having some family issues. But whatever. It's childhood. It ends."

"Don't look at me like that. You fucked-- You screwed up a very important meeting for me back there. I think I've been…"

"It was great meeting you. Uhm. I'll come back here and, y'know, drink the alcohol. At some point."

"Dude, it's a party. You can have like ten cookies. Go crazy."

"Listen. They're gonna deal with you. Get you back home. Or whatever. If they uh, ask any questions, uhm. Just tell 'e…"

"You know this is my job, don't you? I have to sit here and write things. It's... It's not easy with you staring at me."