See, Red? When life hands you lemons, you know what you gotta do?”
“Wow,” Lauren said. “Yes, Mr. Cliché, I know what I have to do. I make lemonade.”
“No,” he said. “You scream, ‘Fuck you, lemons!”
“And then you throw those goddamn lemons into oncoming traffic, and you go do what you want to do.