Mr. Papadopoulos: Simon, give Rudolph his arm back.
James: I would tear the asshole off an elephant for a piece of trim I wanted that bad.
Simon: I don't know how to be myself. It's like I'm permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight through me if you wanted to. And I can see the type of man I want to be versus the type of man I actually am and I know that I'm doing it but I'm incapable of what needs to be done. I'm like Pinocchio, a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me.
Simon: It's terrible to be alone too much.
The Colonel: There aren't too many like you. Are there, Simon?
Simon: I'd like to think I'm pretty unique.
Simon: I have all these things that I want to say to her, like... Like how I can tell she's a lonely person, even if other people can't. Cause I know what it feels like to be lost and lonely and invisible.
