(starting quiet, but eventually breaking) "After I buried my Mom, I stood there after everybody else left, and I thought...is this it? Is this all there is? Working in a cubicle six days a week until I'm too old to do it anymore, then I die?

(sobbing with anger) "When I graduated high school, I thought--we all thought--we were gonna go off and do great things. We're gonna change the world. Save the world. Shit… If somebody said, "Hey, you're gonna pump gas your whole life," or "Better get used to cleaning up after people, because THAT's going to be your whole life," we'd have laughed at them."

(running out of breath, like she's cried every bit of energy out of her body) Can we just…not talk about this anymore for a while? My head hurts. I've been crying all day. I just…I just want to rest for a bit.