Narrator: When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just...Marla Singer: - instead of just waiting for their turn to speak?
Tell him. Tell him, The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perceptions.
Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
