I don't own anything.
"You better not crack up on me."
"Oh, so you've spoken to Hightower, then?"
"We're all concerned about you."
"No one has to worry about me, and I'm not going to––what's the term?––crack up on you."
"I'm just saying––"
"And, besides, I'm not made of glass, I'm not going to shatter."
"It's a figure of speech––"
"Although, I'm sure if one were to drop me from a certain height onto a concrete floor, several of my bones would break..."
"What are you rambling on about?"
"And skulls are quite fragile. They're kind of like an eggshell, it doesn't take a lot to crush one in. Organs, too, don't offer much resistance to blades, and skin bruises so easily. People have such a low pain tolerance these days, don't you think? The human psyche is very frail as well––"
"Jane."