Nyles: I guess you followed me. It's one of those infinite time loop situations you might have heard about.
Sarah: That I might have heard about?
Nyles: Yeah.
Nana Schlieffen: Dear, I have been to more weddings in my life than you can imagine.
Nyles: You might be surprised.
Nyles: We kind of have no choice but to live. So I think your best bet is just to learn how to suffer existence.
Nyles: Pain matters! What we do to other people matters! We were having fun. Then you killed Roy.
Nyles: I would rather die with you, than live in this world without you.
Nyles: You just have to embrace the fact that nothing matters.
Nyles: I am the antichrist. Just kidding, there is no God.
Jerry: Good day so far?
Nyles: Today, tomorrow, yesterday, it's all the same.
Conner: Harry, what the hell?
Harry: First of all, this is an 18,000-seat arena. Nobody sells this out. You sold 15,000 seats. That's still really good.
Conner: No, it's not good. Hammerleg sold this place out last week.
Harry: Well, Aquaspin agrees with you. They're concerned about ticket sales.
Conner: What? But it's an 18,000 seat place. Nobody sells that out.
Harry: Hammerleg did last week.
Conner: There's no such thing as selling out anymore, man. This is how big business works. I mean, nowadays, if you don't sell out, people will wonder if nobody asked you to.
Harry: Conner, don't worry about it. You were up there for, like, ten seconds.
Conner: Ten seconds is an eternity, Harry. It's a third of the way to Mars.
Harry: Conner, we've talked about this. Thirty Seconds to Mars is the name of a band. It's not a fact.
Junior: Storks don't deliver babies anymore! If anyone finds out about this, I am dead meat.
