lisa spoonauer

- Oh what, what’s with you, man? You haven’t said anything for like 20 minutes. What the hell’s your problem?
- This life.
- This life?
- Why do I have this life?
- Have some chips, you’ll feel better.
- I’m stuck in this pit, working for less than slave wages. Working on my day off, the goddamn steel shutters are closed, I deal with every backward ass fuck on the planet. I smell like shoe polish. My ex-girlfriend is catatonic after fucking a dead guy. And my present girlfriend has sucked 36 dicks.
- 37.

Clerks, Kevin Smith (1994)