‘I was, uh, sent down from Washington D.C. to see about these murders…’

The Things That Really Matter
‘I was, uh, sent down from Washington D.C. to see about these murders…’
‘The rich don’t give a shit. Poor kids are cannon fodder. Integrity is a punch line...’
“I knew it was secret but I also knew that I’d pledged service to the American people…”
‘That was the day I stopped believing in the wild ardor of things…’
‘Mabel is not crazy, she’s unusual. She’s not crazy, so don’t say she’s crazy...’
‘Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna. Never will...’
‘I don’t think you’re a spider, you’re a moth. Quiet, harmless, drawn to shiny things, banging up against a window, and begging to get in...’