That beautiful sister of mine was an overwhelming and volatile mixture. One had the feeling that she'd been shot from a canon and showered her sparks over an incredulous world with no thought or care where they fell, a carbon copy of father.

If only Vivien Leigh had stayed in England, that part would have been mine.

They figured him out. Josh is not one who creates his own shot. His shots have been created off of our screens, and we've given him as many as possible. But they've locked him out by just concentrating on him and we haven't found a lot of alternate scoring.

I have a strange feeling back here, ... I can't explain it. It's a strange mixture of the tragedies and the good things that happened here.

So your flesh shall be part of mineAnd part of mine be yours.Brother and sister we shall beWhose unity endures.Always the sister doll will cry,Made in these careful ways,Cry on and on, Come back to me,Come back, in a few days.

Awkward.
That's exactly how it was when we walked over to our sister and stood on each side of her, looking at her and feeling things and not knowing what to do.