“You thought I was that type:
That you could forget me,
And that I'd plead and weep
And throw myself under the hooves of a bay mare…”

“You made me forget myself; I thought I was someone else, someone good.”

“If I thought the Lord was speaking to me I'd check myself into Bellevue, and I think you should too.”

“And I'd show you stars you never could see
Baby, it couldn't have been that easy to forget about me.”

“If only it were that easy. You forget: I have an addictive personality. I'm addicted to you. Somehow I think you could do all sorts of bad things to me, and I'd still come back to you.”

“I always thought eating was a ridiculous activity anyway. I'd get out of it myself if I could, though you've got to do it to stay alive, they tell me.”

“Max: "Okay guys, I had a couple thoughts I wanted to go over with you."
Iggy: (pretends to snore loudy)
Max: (throws another pinecone at him)
Iggy: "Quit throwing things at me!"
Max: "Glad you could join us.”

“I thought you were dead.
Stupid. As if I'd die without taking you with me.”

“I thought if I quit looking around for you, I would forget you. I thought if I avoided you, I could get you out of my head. But it didn’t work.”

“Did they think I would throw a tantrum?”
“Baby, you’re not the tantrum type. You are the scary-smile-and-stabbing type.”