You can't just touch somebody's life and be done with it!
- Sounds like you're a narcoleptic. - I suffer from sudden and uncontrollable types of deep sleep? - What's the other one?
Did you know I was gonna get killed?
- I'm not a fan of the hug. - Then you haven't been hugged properly.
Horrible, the way Charlotte died--on a cruise. Last days spent surrounded by middle-aged overweight women who wear sweatshirts with things sewn to them.
I hate secrets, too.
[during a sword fight] You should know that I was thrice named ultimate sword master at the Southern Area Regional Volunteer Infantry Reenactment Regiment!
You won't even know I'm here.
That's the most tragic story I've ever heard.
I asked you not to use the word 'zombie'.
- Is this a bad idea? Olive as a client? It's a little too close for comfort. - Oh, hang on a second, let me ask the money. Hey, money. It's me, Emerson. I'm good. I'm good. Yeah, thanks for asking.
We're not lost.
Death by scratch and sniff.
- No, no. Five fingers. Five toes. Us Snooks are boring that way. I had a cousin with a third nipple. He'd let you see it for a dollar. - How fascinating.
- Can I ask you a question? If you loved me... - Yes? - And we could never, ever, ever touch, wouldn't you eventually get over it and move on, letting someone else have the slightest hope that you might move on to them? - If I loved you? - Yeah. - Then I would love you in any way I could. And if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty. And if I went blind, then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind.
- There's no alarm system. Got a credit card? - Why? You know how to pick locks?
- Don't worry about what Olive knows. Even if I told her the truth, that I died and you brought me back to life, she wouldn't believe me. - You don't know that.
It was her father's.
Here lies Dwight, here lies his gun.
Oh look at that.
At that moment, the Pie Maker felt a mixture of happiness and trepidation.
Candy might be sweet, but it's a traveling carnival blowing through town.
- Oh, everyone wants stuff. We wake up every day with a list of wishes a mile long and maybe we spend our lives trying to make those wishes come true, but just because we want them doesn't mean we need them to be happy. - What do you need to be happy?
At that moment, in the town of Coeur de Coeurs, events occurred that are not, were not, and should never be considered an ending.