I'm sure there's plenty of other people who could.

Everyone here is fat and dumb, say, and you think so?

Everyone wishes that they could be like you, you know, living in the big city.

Ah, famous and beautiful and all that.

I'm not really famous.

We know special or whatever.

I mean, some days when I have a slow shift at work, I'll sit and think about you living in your cool apartment, going out and stuff.

It seems really nice.

Yeah.

Most people here seem so happy with so little.

It's like they don't even seem to care what happens to them.

That's because it doesn't matter what happens to them for nothing.

Might as well die.

Fuck Mercury.

Thank you.

E u.

You're right.

This place blows.

I need to get back to Minneapolis.

Take me with you.

Excuse me.

Take me with you.

You know, to the mini apple.

You're good here, Sandra.

Oh, yeah.