Writing sins, causing tragedies.

and her, over there, with that fat baby. cold, cold, cold, and she'd walk it up and down the street with nothing but a big, pink bow on its bald head so everybody can tell it's a girl. like i care. parading it around in the little outfit, not dressed for the weather, nah. with pockets. what's a baby got pockets for? what's it gonna keep in its pocket? a knife? it's ridiculous.

I love you. I don’t understand you, but I love you.

And her, over there, with that fat baby. Cold, cold, cold. And she's walking up and down the street with nothing but a big pink bow on its bald head so everyone can tell it's a girl. Like I care. Parading it around in the little outfit. Not dressed for the weather, nah, with pockets.

I'm just asking that you love me no matter what. What am I, Jesus? Yeah.

"They are acting out for 13 years the possibility of going back to that hotel room to find again that beautiful moment of burgeoning desires and innocence. And at the same time, to feel at ease with one another, the way they were there. So, throughout the entire arc, that’s what they’re trying to do. And finally, with the rivalry at that heightened level, the triangle finally found itself sitting in the same place, but now on the court. I needed to get this very, very visually amped up and really immersed for the audience to understand how much it meant for them not to win over the other, but to be back together, all of them.”