28 Days

"You know, your carpet is filthy. And I only bring that up because carpet grits responsible for a lot of major health problems. And thats the last thing that you need around here."

"[After crashing into Lilys wedding cake and ruining it] Dont worry, Ill replace it. Okay?"

"I am so tired by the way you people talk. You know, I mean, "one day at a time." What is that? I mean, like two, three days at a time is an option?"

"Yeah, I know I drink a lot, I know I do because Im a writer and thats what I do, I drink. Im not like those people out there, I can control myself! I can, if - that - if I wanted to, I could, if I wanted. I can! I can!"

"Um, hey, um, listen, about the um, about that uh, jail thing... I-I-I- I cant. I-I I cant go. Um, uh, well, not because I dont want to go, but, um, it, uh, oh God, my hands, you know, they just keep doing that. Thats not normal. I just-- theres something wrong with my hands-- um, well, with me. Cause, uh, what kind of person just jumps out of a- what kind of person jumps out of a window, you know? Because she cant sit still, you know? And be alone and, you know, in a room, without-- You know a person should be able to just be alone, right? You know, human beings should be able to just breathe. I cant breathe. And I feel that I think I know-- I think I know that if I go to jail... like this, you know, Ill die, and, uh, I dont wanna die."

"I am having a bad day! The worst damn day of my whole damn life! If it is not too much to ask will you all just back the fuck off!"

"Oh, so our therapist today is a very large, smelly, beast of burden."

"You dont have to live my shitty little life, and until you do, do not tell me to give up the one person who matters to me, okay! Because, I know, hes not perfect, but hes the one person that will show up, on my birthday, and hell say, "Im glad you were born!"

"I understand. Marry a cute girl, move to the suburbs, spend your weekends mowing. Youll never want to do coke again."

"God, I love afternoons like this. You know whats missing in this afternoon? That I dont have a very dry vodka martini with two olives in a chilled glass. God, I miss that."

"Youre not like, uh, one of them paternity suit kind of gals."

"[Betty is confiscating inappropriate items from Gwens bag] An eyelash curler? And what am I going to do with that? Stab myself? Curl my tongue to death?"