TT: We are like the emissaries to what lies beyond this small bubble in their unfathomable dark foam.
TT: Derse skirts its edge, and during the lunar eclipse, we graze it, and that's when their intent for us becomes clear.
TT: I'm doing my part, but they have a mission for you as well.

TT: John, what are you doing?
TT: Snap out of it.
TT: We ought to discuss what your grandmother told you, don't you think?
TT: Fine. Enjoy your stupor.
TT: I'll go about my business elsewhere.

(drunk off her ass)

ROSE: For a guay whos's supposedly, an I quote, "so cool,"
ROSE: You relly are almost comically up tight.
ROSE: Here, why don't you have some...
ROSE: What a prune.
ROSE: *Prude.
ROSE: Hic.

--

ROSE: You see? This is the problem.
ROSE: Hence the need for a not-entirely-ironic support group.
ROSE: Let's do it. I declare Rainbow Rumpus Rehab Town is now in session.
ROSE: Where the fuck is a gavel when you need one...