Michelle: She put the shotgun in her mouth, said goodbye, and pulled the trigger. So I put my shotgun in my mouth, said goodbye, and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. Shells weren't in the book.
Todd: My doctor says I have to pull the trigger on my gun once an hour or I'll explode.
Sara: 'Happiness is: being happy.'... What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
Charisma: You didn't know if you should bother me? You've been spying on me! I should be so mad at you.
Julieen: The FBI is in the woods. I think they're gonna raid the place. They've been arriving in a steady flow ever since the President made his announcement about the inhibitors. Somehow, someone leaked word that there was a party or a revolution happening here, it's political, or at least that's what they'd like to call it. They don't even know they're doing the same thing as everyone else, just using a different name. Entertaining themselves, missing it, lying. None of them care about pole vaulting, or dreams.
Automated announcement: [ding] There are 1,200 minutes of productivity remaining until the weekend.
Automated announcement: [one minute later]
Automated announcement: There are 1,199 minutes of productivity remaining until the weekend.
Maddie: Jeffers morning, George.
[gives him the finger]
George: Jeffers morning.
[returns the finger]
George: [knocking on his son Howard's door] Howard... have you been reading books about wolves?
George: ...and I thought, if I touched her hand it would be just like stepping into a pool of deep water.
George: [reading note left by his son] We wish, of course, that our women would die like biting rats in the cellars, our men like wolves on the mountain.
Michelle: Michelle: They are better than us because they still feel something, they still dream something. Something that hasn't been ripped out of them by hair cuts, and lattes with what kind of milk, and an ass that won't stop growing, and a husband who can't get his dick up.
narrator: Welcome to the Jeffers Corporation, the largest and friendliest and most profitable corporation in the history of mankind.
George: [gives middle finger to wall portrait] Good morning Mr. Jeffers.
Michelle: [arrives giving middle-finger-salute] Jeffers morning.
George: [returns middle-finger-salute] Jeffers morning.
Preacher Moon: The president increased the explosion threat from dark brown to magenta and would like anyone who feels they may explode to head to the undeveloped areas where there are inflatable castles for the old folks, empanadas, and women in bikinis.