- June: Sometimes people cut you, and they leave an imprint on you that's like a gash on your soul. You just live with it and you can't undo that. If you erase the pain, you erase the person.
- Gary: This? This is the source of all my problems?
- June: Yeah. But sounds like you had a pretty sweet night last night.
- Gary: Yeah, over and over and over again, like I'm in some sort of fucked-up permanent purgatory hell.
- June: So like love?
- Gary: No, not at all. She keeps making me do the same thing. And what's weird about it is, I like her.
- June: Oh, so like a relationship?
- Gary: No, not like a relationship at all. I get emotionally involved and then somehow get hurt, and I don't even know how many times she's done it.
- June: So like love?
- Gary: No, 'cause love is-- love is real. This is not. This is very fake. This is orchestrated. This is inorganic.
- Sheila: But hello, spoiler alert. I have a time machine. I could go back, talk to your parents, remind them what a treasure you are. They'll love you from the start. And bam, trauma eliminated.
- June: Don't fuck with my trauma, Sheila. If I didn't have these occasional moments of complete and total worthlessness, I wouldn't have this sparkling sense of humor.
- Chai: Emulsified donuts and forgotten birthday cake pieces drizzled on top of a black void with vanilla swirls
- Gary: Hi
- Chai: Beautiful night
- Gary: Yes, it is. What do you recommend?
- Chai: We've got a flavor called Childhood. It's, er, ice cream made out of milk left to soak for two weeks in Fruity Pebbles cereal served on a cone made out of deconstructed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
- Gary: Erm, do you... have vanilla?
- Chai: No
- Gary: You know, it... it really does taste like my childhood
- Sheila: I know. Mine too; it's amazing!
- Sheila: Time travel. Tomorrow, yesterday, it doesn't matter. That's the problem. That is the problem. No matter what, my life is shit, okay?
- June: This is a second chance, and those are rare. So maybe you should take it. You might see things differently on the other side. And if you don't, you can always kill yourself later.
- Sheila: Yeah, I'll do it. Fuck it. Maybe I'll get shit out on the other side of the rainbow.
- June: That's the spirit.
- Sheila: So actually, this was the spot I was gonna kill myself. Can you believe it?
- Gary: Wait. Really?
- Sheila: I know. Think about it. The drop, the dive, the chill of the water. I mean, it's a pretty good way Plus, no blood, and no, like, weird forensics. Like, what happened to her? It'd be very obvious. Pretty selfless way to kill yourself, don't you think? I feel like people would call me the Mother Teresa of suicides. Maybe not, but I don't mind if they do.