Gretchen: Donnie Darko? What the hell kind of name is that? It’s like some sort of superhero or something
Donnie: What makes you think I’m not?
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Gretchen: You’re weird.
Donnie: Sorry.
Gretchen: No, that was a compliment.
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Gretchen: Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.
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Donnie: … Sometimes I’m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I’m [...]
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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.