He toasted his bacon on a fork and caught the drops of fat on his bread; then he put the rasher on his thick slice of bread, and cut off chunks with a clasp-knife, poured his tea into his saucer, and was happy.

Shut the f*** up you fakecel (ph). Like, oh, well, if you had any experience, then you can get another one eventually.

Before he signed off the radio station for the night, the disc jockey played the National Anthem.

When Anna and John finally break out of their self-centered bubbles to the shock that they must battle to the death an undead neighbor in a giant snowman costume, it plays like a poignant comment on movie teenagers' tendency to indulge their inner lives, ignorant of the world around them.