You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just...

Lisa: You know, there's too many buttons in the world. There's too many buttons and they're just - There's way too many just begging to be pressed, they're just begging to be pressed, you know? They're just - they're just begging to be pressed, and it makes me wonder, it really makes me fucking wonder, why doesn't anyone ever press mine? Why am I so neglected? Why doesn't anyone reach in and rip out the truth and tell me that I'm a fucking whore, or that my parents wish I were dead? Susanna: Because you're dead already, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa, because your dead already. Your heart is cold. That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive. It's pathetic. [Lisa falls down to her knees and screams] Susanna: I've wasted a year of my life. Maybe everybody out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is "stupid" and "ignorant". But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it, then down here with you.

There are too many buttons in the worId. Too many buttons, and they're just... There's way too many, begging to be pressed. They're just begging to be pressed! You know, they're just begging to be pressed. And it makes me wonder. It makes me fucking wonder. Why doesn't anybody ever press mine? Why am I so negIected? Why doesn't anybody reach in and rip out the truth... ...and teII me that I'm a fucking whore... ...and that my parents wish I were dead? Because you're dead aIready, Lisa! No one cares if you die, Lisa... ...because you're dead aIready. Your heart is coId! That's why you keep coming back here. You're not free. You need this pIace. You need it to feeI aIive. It's pathetic. I've wasted a year of my Iife. And maybe everyone out there is a Iiar. And maybe the whoIe worId... ...is stupid and ignorant. But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it... ...than down here with you. Don't. Don't. Don't.