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: I think I'm okay now. I just tell my brain when I know I'm hurting... I just say, "I got nothing for you buddy... nothing to make it go away, so just go to hell," and he goes. He's like a brother to me now, and brothers fight sometimes. Abby
: Well, I think it's time to put you and your brother to bed.
: [to a pitchfork-angry mob
] Some people got a bed to sleep on, where they can crawl under the covers and have a good night's rest, but other people, they don't got beds at all. Instead, they gotta find an alleyway or a park bench where some fucker's not gonna stab them. Just because they don't got beds doesn't mean they're homeless, 'cause - guess what? - they've got the biggest home of any of us. It's called "the streets," and right now we're all standing in their home, so maybe we should show them some goddamn respect! If this is their home, they got a right to keep it clean, don't they? Sometimes on the streets, a broom just ain't gonna fucking cut it! That's when you gotta get a shotgun!
: Well, Abby, can I tell you something about bears? Abby
: Sure. Hobo
: The bear is a solitary animal. They like their space. They live in a magic circle. They don't mind if you're like a mile away, but if you get inside their circle, they will maul you. If a bear's claw would ever strike your face, it would take your whole face right off your skull - your eyes, your nose, your lips, everything - and you would die from it. Abby
: Wow. Didn't know bears could be so vicious.
: You can't solve all the world's problems with a shotgun. Hobo
: It's all I know.
: This isn't the only place grass grows. Hobo
: Are you serious?