“Why are they sad and glad and bad? I do not know, go ask your dad.”

“Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name.”

“Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name.”

“I love going out and it is a bit sad when the photographers stop asking you for your picture.”

“I cry a lot-I don't know why, but it just helps me. I cry over bad and good stuff-sometimes sadness can be beautiful”

“Q - If your children ever ask you, “why do bad things happen to good people?” what will you tell them?”

“So you're a tough guy
Like-it-really-rough guy
Just-can't-get-enough guy
Chest-always-so-puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make-your-mama-sad type
Make-your-girlfriend-mad type
Might-seduce-your-dad type
I'm the bad guy, duh
I'm the bad guy”

“I just don't know what to do with my time
I'm so lonesome for you it's a crime
Going to the movie only makes me sad
Parties make me feel as bad
When I'm not with you
I just don't know what to do”

“Why are they so sad?” I asked.
“Well, they’re dead,” Carter speculated.”

“One day you will come to Montauk and see your dad playing the piano
And see your other dad wearing glasses
Hope that you will want to stay for a while
Don’t worry I know you’ll have to go”