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"I wanted to tell you--"
"That you have regrets. And I'm telling you don't bother, what's the point? You're just going to keep hurting people."
"That's not true."
"Jimmy, this is what you do. You hurt people. Over and over and over. And then there's this show of remorse."
"It's not a show."
"I know you don't think it's a show. I know your emotions are real. But what's the point of all the sad faces and the gnashing of teeth? If you're not going to change your behaviour, and you won't, why not just skip the whole exercise? In the end, you're gonna hurt everyone around you. You can't help it. So stop apologising and accept it. Embrace it. Frankly, I'd have more respect for you if you did."
"What about you Chuck? You didn't do anything wrong, you're just an innocent victim?"
"Let me put your mind at ease, Jimmy. You don't have to make up with me. We don't have to understand each other. Things are fine the way they are. Hey, I don't wanna hurt your feelings, but the truth is, you've never mattered all that much to me."
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"My brother is not a bad person. He just cannot help himself, and he leaves everyone else to pick up the pieces."
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"She said people tried to be good, but they were really sick and rotten, her most of all. And every time she tried to make the world a better place, something terrible came up inside her and pulled her back down into hell. It took her deeper and deeper into her blackest nightmare. And every time, it got harder to go back up to the light."
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"You wanna know who killed Laura? You did! We all did. And pretty words aren't gonna bring her back, man, so save your prayers. She would've laughed at them anyway."
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"Laura died two days ago. I lost you years ago."
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"I was raised by a cruel man and escaped him by marrying another. The only difference is that Dad used his fist and Barry used silence. Neither of them should have been fathers. My son is no different, I think he may be worse."
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"I wrote what I wrote and I gave it up for you."
"I do not even know you. I look at you now, and all I feel is pity for you. Sequestered here in this very room, writing your secret little scandal sheet, tarnishing everyone in town all because you are too scared to stand up for yourself in reality. You are something, Penelope. An insipid wallflower indeed."
"At least I did something. All you ever do is talk about doing something. You've all these great ambitions, all these great plans, but I am the one who actually did something great and you cannot stand it, can you? What do you think that makes you?"
"I wish to never see, or speak to you again."