Missed You

Mr. Mercedes 2x1

Dr. Babineau: All right, let's cover the brain, save this asshole's life.

Sadie: How we doing? Huh, Brady? See any good movies? Read any novels? Did you read a page-turner lately? Lovely day out. Maybe we should take a bike ride?

Bill: I'm not getting on my fucking knees. These are good pants.

Cora: Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, autism, epilepsy, depression, stroke, encephalopathy, Tourette's... What if you cured them all?
Felix: You just like wrapping your mouth around big words.

Cora: He's a monster from a fairy tale that you would only tell children you hate.

Cora: You got to dose that motherfucker to the gills. If he lives, we're geniuses. And if he dies, he dies. I mean, there's really nothing to lose here.

Ida: You have spent your entire life cleaning up other people's messes. What would you like? What do you want in the time that's left to you?
Bill: Fewer conversations like these.

Holly: She's not a goldfish... She's a Betta fish. Her name is SoFisha Loren. Like Sophia Loren, but...

Holly: Grieving the loss of a loved one in isolation can lead to cardiomyopathy and even suicide, especially around the holiday season. I mean, even fruit flies that are kept in isolation die weeks sooner than fruit flies that fly around with other fruit flies.

Bill: He was police. We're trained never to admit weakness. Maybe that's what really kills us.

Dr. Babineau: Lights on or lights out, mi amigo. Blue skies or black hole.

Brady: I don't like this word, but... I'm kind of a celebrity.

Brady: Ah, you know what they say... You paint your masterpiece, you'll live forever.

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