Frank Harmon: I'm sorry... is that better?

Breezy: I know I'm being a baby. So, don't say anything.

Frank Harmon: I wouldn't think of it.

Breezy: No lectures on maturity, either.

Frank Harmon: Not a word shall pass my lips. I'll let you in on a secret... nobody matures. They just grow tired.

Breezy: Y'know, Davy and Marcy have been living together for almost six months now. But, they don't have this... what we have. Davy tells her he loves her all the time, but... the words by themselves don't mean a hell of a lot. Marcy says that she loves him, but I think she has to say it because... then she doesn't realize how really alone she is.

Frank Harmon: Maybe sometimes it's better to be alone.

Breezy: Sure. Just like if you have something incurable, it's better to be dead.

[chuckles]