My God. I haven't been fucked like that since grade school.
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?
Marla Singer: I got this dress at a thrift store for one dollar.Narrator: It was worth every penny.Marla Singer: It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road.Marla Singer: Tinsel still clinging to it. Like a sex crime victim. Underwear inside out. Bound with electrical tape.Narrator: Well, then it suits you.Marla Singer: You can borrow it sometime.
Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessel's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal you and I have ever tasted.