 You're something. A person. You're flesh and blood and bones and hair and nails and ears. You're not a fish. You're not a buffalo. You're you. You walk and talk and cry and complain and eat little green pills and send suicide telegrams. No one else does that, Felix. I'm telling you, you're the only one of its kind in the world. Now drink that. Oscar, you've been through it yourself. What did you do? How did you get through those first few nights? I did exactly what you're doing. Getting hysterical? No, drinking. Drinking.