It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road. It's getting exciting now, two and one-half. Think of everything we've accomplished, man. Out these windows, we will view the collapse of financial history. One step closer to economic equilibrium. Man, you've got some fucked up friends, I'm tellin' ya. Limber, though... Is that what a real man is supposed to look like? I'll bring us through this. As always. I'll carry you - kicking and screaming - and in the end you'll thank me. You met me at a very strange time in my life. Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape. It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.