Dialogs February 2020

He’s not gonna fuck up something basic like that.

Seems to me I should eat a kleenex box full of poppy seeds.

He always did his best, with full knowledge that it would never be enough.

Stay calm. Keep your cool. I can fix it.

It didn’t seem like a big deal. I wish I could explain what I felt.

And I’m looking at him, and for the first time it dawns on me that he’s gonna do it.

Why don’t you let up on that a little bit and try to play it cool?

Can I put it in the cubby in the door instead?

The wrong tomato can ruin a burger. But the right tomato can make a burger.

So what’s going on, you crazy kids?

Son, you need to go away.

Please, do not do that.

You’ve marinaded in your feelings and experiences. Now you need to shape them. You start by shaping your thoughts.

I humbly suggest you chill your fucking ass out.

We need to buy a cake the size of the moon.

I don’t know what to say. Thanks, I guess?

If I want to tell you, I’ll fucking tell you. I’m not going to beat around the bush.

I’m just living my truth, man.

If we talk about it, you’ll have questions and opinions. And I don’t care about either of those things.

I’m a little weirded out by your response, to be perfectly honest.

I like to have my shit planned out to some degree.

Whoa, get it together, man. You’re better than this.

Of course I still want it. Now I want it even more than I did before.

Have you taken leave of your senses?

You have failed me so egregiously that I cannot forgive you.

We just threw that in for the Christians.

I’m not angry. I’m not disappointed. I love you. But I’ll deal with the finances from here on out.

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