Isla: Sometimes I feel like I'm taking someone else's spot and then I feel sad. How do you mean? Like, being here alive is a waste because... I don't enjoy it, I'm not happy or grateful... and I'm taking a spot away from someone who maybe would've gotten something more out of it.

Will: Yeah. I guess I don't think it works that way.

Lacey: Please don't lose faith in me.

Thomas: "Faith" Oh, God. I have such contempt for that word. Show me someone who relies on faith and I'll show you someone who's given up control over whatever it is they believe.

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Interviewer: Dr. Harber, before we're live, I just wanted to say thank you for choosing me.

Thomas: [warming up his voice] Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

Interviewer: The rich history you have with other journalists...

Thomas: I chose you precisely because we don't have a history. Now, don't fuck it up.

Producer: Fifteen seconds...

Interviewer: Death used to be something we just had to live with, and now it's a convenient way to escape pain. That's okay.

Will: That's okay? Another plane of existence, maybe. Who knows? But I look around, I see a lot of people jumping out of planes hoping they're gonna grow wings. And reality and fantasy are mutually exclusive. They don't exist in the same space.

Will: We're a bunch of people running around making the same mistakes over and over, and I don't know why we think it'll be different somewhere else unless we learn what we're supposed to while we're here.

Will: I think it's our instinct to search for meaning, and when there is none we create meaning and we lie, we just lie to ourselves.

Will: I don't know what this is, but if there's a meaning to any of it, I think it's not hitting the reset button, even if things get really rough.