“I will never be too tall or too old to be carried. It’s like what ODB said, Mother. I don’t walk, I get carried. Put that W up.”
“Mother, I want it all. Money. Fast cars. Diamond rings. Gold chains and champagne. Shit, every damn thing. I want it all. Houses. Expenses My own business. A truck, hmm, and a couple o’ Benz’s, I want it all. Brand new leggings and drawls. And I’m ballin’ every time I stop and talk to you. I want it all, all, all, all! I want it all, all, all, all, all! The paper is out there.”
” ‘Sup.”
“ARGH! Don’t photograph me with my mother! She’s in Jack & Jill for pete’s sake! I don’t want that hanging around my neck like it’s a novelty prop clock.”
“Back off, Butthead!”
“I’m going to be honest with you, Mother. That sign or tree or whatever it is you’re pointing to isn’t as interesting as you think it is. This should be apply to everything else in life. Also, put the Panda back in the stroller.”
“We all gotta go Goth sooner or later. Why not start now?”
“This is bullshit.”
“This. This is the life.”
