Easier with Practice (2009)
Davy Mitchell: I sound like an asshole, don't I?
Samantha: A conscience asshole is hardly an asshole.
Josie: So you're just two brothers in a car, armed with only your talents. The dark, lonely, and endless road stretched out in front of you. No limits, no limitations, just whatever you want, whenever you want?
Davy Mitchell: Yeah, it's just like that, only much less exciting.
Davy Mitchell: Why aren't you with him right now, rather than pretending to be with me?
Davy Mitchell: [reading] But that was all still to come in Maggie's den. The silence on the phone hissed and rumbled and crashed in my ear. It was the silence I still hear. Always in the middle of the night, when I'm walking down an empty highway. Or rolling across the center of the lake. Or holed-up in the last darkened Amtrak car, looking out the window at the distant twinkling lights. Some call it longing, but I call it silence. That night though, on the phone, I heard my brother's voice. Hello? Hello? Anthony! Hello?