Allison: Well, I... I broke a pill in half. So, half.
Daniel: Yes, I think you're fucked up, Allison. Not half. All fucked up.
Daniel: Down here, in 1:87 scale, the lovers always kiss, the neighbors are always kind, and the trains always take you to the far off places you always swore you'd go. In life, of course, nothing is nearly as neat and tidy.
Mark: Allie Johnson, you're so much more like who you think we are than we actually are.