"What does home mean to you?"
YELLOW: "...Home. I do like the sound of that. What is it? What do you think it means to live in a home? I don't...I don't think I, uh, remember. I live in my house, with the green one, and the red one, and maybe the bigger and the smaller ones, and sometimes my dad. And wherever we're all together, that's where we are. Maybe that's a home? Oh, why can't I remember?!"
DUCK: "I know what home is! Stop disrespecting me! I live in my house. There's three of us. I know where everything is. The tallest one is my best friend, and the yellow one is the pet. We don't need to change anything or be anywhere else, that's dangerous. We should stay here. ...What do you mean I never said what home is!"
RED: "I don't know. But it has to be out there somewhere, right? Somewhere we can live without all of this. I just want to leave this place. I just want to go home."
