[Amused] No. No! It's just that simple! Seriously! I get that it feels good to be sad, but is that really all you want to be? Just sad all the time?!

Look at me. You know what's been eating at me? You wanna know why I think maybe I hate you? You looked at me in the eye and you said that you didn't have anything to tell me. You kept saying, "I don't have a story, I don't have a story." You have a LIFE, Felix! Every day you get up, you go to work, you come back home, you shit and you sleep. That's the stuff I get paid to hear about. I didn't need some grandiose story, some... journey. I just needed you to talk to me, I just wanted to help you.
[Beat.]
But... but, no. You were so, fucking unsatisfied because you thought you were meant for something more than that. But you know what, Felix? Someone has to tell you that you're just like EVERYBODY ELSE. And this FEELING you're looking for, you will never have it. Listen to me. You will NEVER have it.
Fuck! ...Fuck. That's all, man.

[Calming down from an existential rant. Voice still shows slight signs of crying] 
...Really. Who cares? Nothing matters. Nothing matters but right now. Am I crazy? Say something, Felix, gimme something to work with.
[Beat.]
Heh. Imagine if we got a receipt at the end of life. 'Beep'. 'You did good. You did a good life'. Imagine... imagine there's a point system. A... point.