"WHAT? WHAT IS IT NOW? I’M OPENING FISH FINGERS, CAN’T YOU SEE? You’ve come in here walking on the floor, breathing the air like it’s yours, talking and talking. I’M DOING SOMETHING. Look they’ve fallen on the floor. Are you happy? Are you happy, now? Everytime I try to do something for myself, you carbonize and then shit on my dreams. You’re just like your whole family. Why do I dare to think I could imagine; I could hope?”

— Dylan Moran

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