As I was watching it this evening, it occurred to me, there's just something reassuring about realizing that true romance isn't neat and pretty and airbrushed. It's messy and weird and complicated and sometimes it makes no sense at all, but it can still just feel right. We go through all this shit and we don't know what the fuck we're doing and it can hurt like crazy....
That's the way it goes, but sometimes, it goes the other way, too
Not sure where a suitcase full of cocaine fits in though ;)
...off topic but from the movie:
I'm the Anti-Christ. You get me in a vendetta kind of mood, you will tell the angels in heaven that you had never seen pure evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you.
You're a cantaloupe!