caradoc:
i play the drums as good as Animal. ANIMAL! ANIMAL!
isabelle:
boy, i love you so much, and even though i'm losing my mind, you've been nothing but wonderful, done nothing but try to make a home for us, and i appreciate it so much. everything seems to be on it's head here - the good suffer while the horrible get money and buy themselves tits - i guess it's all suffering, but to watch the deterioration of perhaps the best being on earth just kills me. i die a little each time he stumbles, and each time i call to him and there's nothing there.

i love you boy. thank you for everything.
marla:
'tis a gift, dear boy
caradoc:
take care of them scott.