"Get up."

"Leave me alone."

"I'm not going to leave you here, you're going to get hit. Now get up off the fucking road." 

"I just want to die."

"Now is not the time."

"She broke my heart, man."

"I know."

"How can I even go on?" 

"I've just turned fifty years old. I have no wife, no kids. All my friends are dead, or as good as dead to me. I've lived alone in the same one bedroom apartment, with the same yellow woodchip walls for the past thirty years. I've done things you wouldn't believe, unforgivable things that haunt me every waking second. I'm a fucking bitter old dog, filled with nothing but hate and contempt for humanity. I am unloved and virtually unlovable, and you're asking me how you can go on?"

"I just want to stop hurting."

"Me too."