“Oh, Goethe, I admit it's my fault. I forgot to give you the needle when you lose. It won't happen in the future, but can you stop fighting? I need you, Goethe! I Want You! Medicine needs you too!”
“Mia, your so-called need is to bind me here compulsively, to rifle my stomach, or to inject drugs to test the effect of drugs. Is this what you call need? Come on, Mia. And... You seem to have put a knife in my chest...”