Little Birds (2011)
Hogan: I traveled halfway across the world to find out that people are dumb and cruel everywhere. I coulda just stayed home.
Alison: You only get a little time between a cut and knowing how deep it is. If it's only going to be nicked, or disfigured forever. All you can do is try to stretch out that moment for as long as you possibly can. 'Cause once you know, there ain't no coming back.
Hogan: They say, if you're not confused, it means you're not thinking enough.
Alison: Where's the furthest you've ever been?
Hogan: Bora Bora.
Alison: No way.
Hogan: I found work on a freighter. We docked there and I decided to stay.
Alison: Was it amazing?
Hogan: I got a job at a resort where this mangy dog and her pup would hang around begging for food. The guest complained, so the manager sent me and this other guy, just a local, out to get 'em. The mother, she trusted humans, so she was easy. But her pup, she was a slippery little sucker. We couldn't get her no matter how hard we tried. We were supposed to take her out to the bigger island, about a 20-minute boat ride. My co-worker wanted to get home for dinner, though. His wife was making a Poisson Cru. So he threw the dog off the boat about halfway there.
Alison: Oh, my God!
Hogan: That night the whole island could hear that pup howling and crying for its mother. I traveled halfway across the world to find out that people are dumb and cruel everywhere. I could've just stayed home.
Hogan: Hey Lily. You here to unload some hay?
Lily Hobart: No.
Hogan: Well, I hear work's good for the soul.
Lily Hobart: My soul's beyond repair.
Alison: [narrating] My best friend Lily thought she was drowning. Drowning in the Salton Sea. Even though the water was too polluted to set foot in, and left anything in their town either dying, or dead.
Margaret Hobart: Lily? Are you okay? Hello...
Alison: Lily was determined to never let it get her.
[drops down into the bath water and starts screaming]
Lily Hobart: You see all this white stuff?
Jesse MacNamara: The sand?
Lily Hobart: It's not really sand. It's dead fish and bird bones.
Jesse MacNamara: Cool.
Lily Hobart: Yeah.
Jesse MacNamara: So, you have a boyfriend?
Lily Hobart: Why don't you just cut it off?
Sally Heron: Cut what out?
Lily Hobart: Cut it *off*.
Sally Heron: Off?
Lily Hobart: Yeah, the hair on your face.
Sally Heron: Are you talking about my mole?
Lily Hobart: Yeah, the fucking gross thing on your chin.
Sally Heron: We're here to talk about you, Lily.
Lily Hobart: How am I supposed to talk if I feel like I'm going to barf.