He took the fucking piano, Sunshine. He didn't take everything. Look at your left hand. It's probably clenched in a fist right now, isn't it?"
I don't need to look. It is. He knows it.
"Now open it up and let it go."
And I do.

“Josh Fucking Bennet. By now, I'm pretty sure that if I were to find his birth c…”

“Good Morning, Sunshine!" Josh F**king Bennett. By now, I'm pretty sure that if …”

“People who go around advertising their birthday are douche bags. It's a fact. Y…”

“Seriously, Josh. What the hell?”