No sir. You can kick me outta here, but I ain’t quitting.
We will not be, we will not be moved! We will not be, we will not be moved! Just like a tree that’s planted by the water, we will not be moved!
It’s my yard. So I will try hard. To welcome friends I’ve yet to know! Oh, I’ll plant my own tree. My! Own! Tree! And I! Will! Make! It! Grow!
This is the tree…he leaps out on me, and I was like, whoa! This guy in a T-shirt, and he says, “You’re not Eskimo!”
I need to know about Germans hiding in them trees, and you need to tell me, and you need to tell me right now.
Who’s that hiding in the treetop? It’s that rascal, the Jitterbug!
Those trees were sacred to the Omaticaya in a way you can’t imagine.
You know, Zudock just bought one of those brand new green, plastic trees. Darn thing looked like it was made of green pipe cleaners.
Faith is believing when common sense tells you not to. Don’t you see? It’s not just Kris that’s on trial, it’s everything he stands for. It’s kindness and joy and love and all the other intangibles.
You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?
And still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed before, watching Nathan Junior’s progress from afar, taking pride in his accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of us and hoping that maybe we’d broadened his horizons a little even if he couldn’t remember just how they got broadened. But still I hadn’t dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end. And this was cloudier cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren’t screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don’t know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I just fleeing reality like I know I’m liable to do? But me and Ed, we can be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like, well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and beloved.
I don’t know. Maybe it was Utah.
We come from people who brought us up to believe that life is a struggle, and if you should feel really happy, be patient: this will pass.
You know … morons.
Well, it’s not gonna do us any good sitting here whining about it. We’re in a hole. We’re just going to have to dig ourselves out.
Damn. We’re in a tight spot.
I can’t hear a thing. There’s too much noise. Hold on. We’re GOIN FOR BROKE!
We’ve got to get out of this trap! Before this… decadence… saps our wills. I’ve got to be strong, und try to… hang on! Or else, my mind may well snap! Und my life… will be lived…
That’s me, darling. Unusual places, unusual love affairs. I am a most strange and extraordinary person.
Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night!
Listen Pancho, I’ve been clocking you every second you’ve been in this town. If you wanna pick your nose in this truck, you better clear it with me first, otherwise I’m taking you and this nitro right into a ditch!