Nina: No, no, I won’t do it Charlie. I won’t. I’m not going in for another one of your hustles. You always give me the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach and it reaches down to my thighs—

Everything goes numb!

Last time, we barely made it through. When the cops questioned me, I was barely able to control myself.

I can’t do this again. And you promised me! You promised that you would never ask me to cover for you again, that you would never get me involved in any more of your genius ideas, no matter how bad things get.

What happened to that? Another broken promise? Like always. Lasted two weeks!

Everytime you make me believe in you, you fall back and let me down…

Leave me alone…I’m so done with you, Charlie.

JESSE: I didn’t mean to make you feel insignificant. I feel so horrible about it that I would rather cut off my arm but it wouldn’t even come close to how I feel about it all. I didn’t mean to make you cry and get you upset, Jule. When I think of us, I think the world of you and I’d be nothing without you by my side. You give me the kind of strength that I need and the courage to do the things I do because you believe in me so much. I wouldn’t have this confidence and I’d be filled with doubt…I wish I could hurt myself worse in some way because you were right, you stood by my side and didn’t deserve to be spoken to that way.

I’m sorry babe, please forgive me…

TABITHA: I try my hardest in school but I am always just passing by the skin of my teeth. I feel like I am dumber than the other kids. I don’t know why I am not smart like they are. I study when I go home, I put in the time…sometimes I even stay after school for the extra help. And I always do extra credit.

Why am I not smart enough, Mrs. Gardner? I want to have a good future. I know I am young, but what I do now will mean something later in my life, I just know it. My parents, they are immigrants who came over to this country and I want to make them proud. They deserve it. But how can I make them proud when I’m stupid, when all I’m doing is barely passing? There’s nothing special about that, is there?

JEFFREY: I’m not saying I believe it, I only think about it from time to time. I see the patterns, in life. I see how humanity flows in and out of itself, like breathing and I see the magic, I can see the massive design. When I look at things, I see the mathematics. I see the beauty in numbers. It feels as though there is a higher being that created all of this because it’s all too perfect, that’s it, I see the perfection, the harmony in the perfection…at times it’s almost comical, when I allow my mind to rise above it, when I don’t allow myself to get bogged down with living in the moment. Instead, I live through the moment, I partake and observe simultaneously…you never notice such things, Gesebel?

CINDY: Grandma, I feel so guilty. I was driving along Morningside Road when it happened. I should have been focusing on the road but I was distracted with the ear piece to my phone and when I looked back up I saw this squirrel, standing straight up, with his tiny hands stretched out, looking directly into my eyes and THUMP.

I slammed on my breaks as hard as I could but I knew it was too late…I felt the impact.

I’m responsible for taking a life, this cute, adorable, playful little squirrel. All he was doing was crossing the street to go play with his friends and I came along ending his entire existence.

I saw them. I saw the other squirrels. There were about five of them, on the other side of the road, waiting for him, waiting for him to cross the street.

I have a stain on my heart that can’t ever be removed because I killed him…it’s my fault Grandma.