(..) ...talking... ...not yelling. You'd do better to think of this place like an intensive care ward. I think of it as a bucket of piss to drown rats in. That's all. Anybody doesn't like it? Hmm? You can kiss my ass. Don't. Yeah, you try it. Go on. Try it. You'll be on the bread lines (..)

(..) when you were a little girl, and you were fine. Yes. Although, for some reason that I do not understand, I kept staging my own death. Pretending that I drowned in the bathtub, faking electrical shock. It really freaked my parents out. And then, once, when Russ found me hanging, he had to go (..)

(..) Oh, really? 'Cause given the weather, I don't think so. She doesn't think so. Obviously. No, see, suicide by drowning decreases % in cold weather. Behaviorally, we can't control our reflex to get out of icy water. Unless you jump off the bridge, (..)