He always wants us to have a drink first. The flop suicide of a flop writer. All right, maybe you're not a writer. Sure, take a nice job, public accountant, real estate salesman. I haven't the guts, Helen.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation.
I can't take quiet desperation. But you are a writer. You have every quality for it - imagination, wit, pity. Come on, let's face reality. I'm living on the charity of my brother.