If there is, I sure as hell don’t know about it.
Hey, look, I’m sorry, but I still can’t buy into all of this. I don’t even know what you’re supposed to look like. Apparently, from what you’re telling me, a lot like me, but still. This is kind of hard to believe.

So do you believe I’m your unrelated friend Rose Lalonde, currently suffering from hysterical blindness, dissociation, severe retrograde amnesia, and hallucination? Do you really believe that, Dave?
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...