Ed: I don’t believe in doing work I don’t want to do in order to live the way I don’t want to live.

Tyler: The things you own end up owning you.

Throw: We do not ride the railroad—it rides upon us.

Tyler: I say, never be complete. I say, stop being perfect.

Let the chips fall where they may.

Body: It was never about money for us, it was about us against the system.

We stand for something to those dead souls inching along the freeways in their metal coffins.

We show them that the human spirit is still alive.

Maxine: Well, the way I see it is, the world is divided into those that go after what they want, and then those that don’t. Right?

I mean, the passionate ones—the ones who go after what they want—well, they may not get what they want.

But at least they remain vital—you know?

So, when they lie on their death beds, they have fewer regrets—right?

Dylan: Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight.

Emily: The truth must dazzle gradually, or every man’d be blind.

Dylan: Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Emily: Don’t act like you’re dead while you’re still alive.

Ed: Cut the lines. Break loose. Blast free.

Laird: Take every wave.

Emily: I feel like y’all are reciting my own thoughts.

Waldo: Struck a chord, huh?

Emily: The whole piano.