Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn’t know this either, but love don’t make things nice – it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren’t here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!
You’re gonna marry my brother? Why you wanna sell your life short? Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do. You waited for the right man the first time, why didn’t you wait for the right man again?
I’m in love with you.
A bride without a head!
I ain’t no freakin’ monument to justice! I lost my hand! I lost my bride! Johnny has his hand! Johnny has his bride! You want me to take my heartache, put it away, and forget?
Chrissy, over on the wall, bring me the big knife. I want to cut my throat.
Everything seems like nothing to me now, ’cause I want you in my bed. I don’t care if I burn in hell. I don’t care if you burn in hell. The past and the future is a joke to me now. I see that they’re nothing. I see they ain’t here. The only thing that’s here is you – and me.
They say bread is life. And I bake bread, bread, *bread*. And I sweat and shovel this stinkin’ dough in and out of this hot hole in the wall, and I should be *so* happy! Huh, sweetie?
I looked the wrong way and I lost my hand. He could make you look the wrong way and you could lose your whole head!
I have a feeling this is going to be just delicious.
Is it just a matter of time before a man opens his eyes and gives up his one dream of happiness?
