Max Skinner

— So, what is it to be?
— How's the soup?
— The soup is finished.
— Like my job... The fish?
— We've run out.
— That's like me with excuses.
— Don't waste my time. Choose something we have.
— I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess, some short-tempered jealousy on the side, and a bottle of wine that tastes like you, a glass that's never empty.

— This place does not suit my life.
— No, it's your life that does not suit this place.