"So… Jay… Tell me again why Ye is just sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce up on the beach?"
"I told you already. I don’t think he’s ready to admit it, but I am positive that he is tremendously and irrationally frightened of the ocean.”
"We are in St. Fuckin’ Barts. We are on an island paradise. That man’s issues run so deep… I… I don’t- Jesus Christ. Never in my life.”