Because I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me.
Catalog
Chip
After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out - but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
I tried to drown my sorrows in alcohol, but the bastards learned how to swim.
Cooler: She is, like, my idea of the perfect wife. We would be so happy together for, like, 15 years. Chip: Wait, I'm sorry. Even your idea of the perfect fantasy wife ends in divorce? Cooler: Yeah. Yeah, for sure, but it would be amicable.
[speaking to the group] I came to Venice by accident. No, let me rephrase that. I came to Venice because of an accident. Ten years ago, I killed a man. It was my fault. There's no excuse for it. You see, when it's left up to me, my best thinking, well, my best thinking tells me it's okay to get…
Chip: I'm not not yet past the cut-off point. Dennis: You mean the point at which you cut her off? Chip: No. The point at which a series of casual hook-ups turns into a relationship. Dennis: Let me get this straight. So, you were willing to jeopardize our friendship for this girl, and you're not…