Death always wins.

“At last he stopped, and she stared down at the printed column of words, unable …”

“As if. You so got it for him. I mean, can we say, 'Uhm, urh, durh, Sloppy Joe'?…”

“She glanced down at the contents of her plate. Just tell him what it is. Simpl…”

“You can’t understand us. We don’t even understand ourselves.”