You’re lookin’ at it wrong, the sky.
True Detective; After You’ve Gone
I don’t think I’ve been very clear with you, Rust. If you were drowning, I’d throw you a fucking barbell.
That evenin’, wasn’t even sundown and he decided it was a good time to invite me over for dinner, which I had a problem with. Alright, ‘cause I’m thinking about Marty’s wife and his two kids, and house and my daughter’s birthday and I know…there’s nothing I can do about it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but I’m gonna have a drink.