Say what you want. I think it's all beautiful.

Yeah, and we named the boy Jack, after Dad.

I would rather be with Harry. Thanks. So be it.

Maybe so, but I never got a chance to ask. Then ask. Whatever you want.

People do not know if blood courses through my veins or if my body rests with Genghis in Burkhan Khaldun.

And Adman for Miss York. If you will, please, follow us.

I'll be shipping most of the animals for sale in North America. We can get freighter passage for the whole family.

Oh, come on, grow a pair, Bob. We're giving you what you want. Give us what we want.

Okay. I now pronounce you husband and wife. And weird other husband who came with the apartment.

Shall I do it in Hanna's name? As you think fit. I'll keep the tin. Thank you.

Strange, that. Oh, you can mock. Didn't you ever love anything that much? Yes. Yes, I did.

He's done this with me, my dear. Now you'll be paraded past every element of treatment: surgical, palliative, you name it.

Dark matter and baryonic matter, on the other hand, don't expand with the universe and become more diluted.

Fine. Judge all you want to but, married a lesbian, left a man at the altar, fell in love with a gay ice dancer, threw a girl's wooden leg in a fire, living in a box.

Yes, but are the costumes random, or genre-specific? As usual, I'm not following.

What she wanted... What she wanted was to leave you her money. I have it with me. To do what? As you think fit.

Trust me or not, but I'm about to be confirmed as the vice president. And our relationship extends to the Oval Office now.

Sure. Open up a college fund, shop for life insurance, and in the laundry room, there's a mountain of dirty laundry. Wash it or burn in, your choice.

You know the only place that voice left me alone? In my dreams. I was free. I could be as good or as bad as I felt like being.

Mummy, now that we are all muddy, can we jump in the puddle? I suppose so. After all, you can't get any muddier. And I think Daddy Pig is going to be doing the washing. Oh!