Webster

not his fault he’s a little fucked in the head.

She was a plastic surgeon, not a fucking miracle worker. Winston

At least if I have to bother with her, having a nice rack to look at would be a perk

“I like a woman who can verbally spar with me.”

I’ve never wanted to believe a lie so badly in my entire life

Maybe he could help us.

I’m there for moral support.

“That wasn’t me,” I slur. “That was my loser alter-ego.”
“Are you jealous…of yourself?”
“Yep. I also hate parts of myself.”

I know you better than yourself. You know that.”

“You’re so fucking weird, man.”
“And you’re desperate as fuck if you chose me, of all people, as your friend.”
We both laugh, but one of us isn’t joking