Todd, one of your speakers must be out.

Don't you want me out of your life forever?

Run for your lives!

Look at your legs.

I must know your name.

Crazy glue, my hand, your shoe.

But anyway, it's not your fault.

What exactly does it mean when you wake up every morning in a pool of your own vomit?

Um... I forgot to ask your name.

Get your dirty hands off me, pal!

And one day, you will look under that dear, sweet rump of yours, and I just may not be there.

But, therefore, I follow the beauty of the logic of this.

Risking your life with dangerous radioactive substances like that.

Write her endless, rambling, deranged letters in your own blood.

There are plenty of other fish out there in the sea of recklessly driving cars.

With the possible exception of Charles Durning.

Oh, oh, how terribly insensitive of me.

With the possible exception of Charles Durning.

Well, you got pictures of her plastered everywhere.

What are you, some kind of evil superhero?