What're you thinking about, Doug? ...Carol...I'm in love with her. I don't know. I used to think I knew what love was; I cared about a lot of women. I just don't think I've ever really been in love. I think about her all the time. I don't like it when I'm not with her. I don't wanna be with anybody else. That's love, isn't it?
I'm gonna grab some breakfast, maybe a few hours of sleep before we have to go to that funeral home. Doug, you wanna do that? Doug?
You wanna say something? A Prayer? Nah. I hated the son of a bitch. I loved him.