Well, I guess I shouldn’t talk. I named my kids after snack foods: Brownie, Praline, Cherry and Baby Ruth.
Now, uh, Vincent, Tessa, Valerie, Janine, Martha, Andrew, Thomas, Walter, Pat, Linda, Michael, Evadne, Alice, Dominique, and Sasha, it’s your bedtime.
Goodnight my angel, now it’s time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry, and if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me
Everyday must end
But the night’s our friend
Angels always send a star
When you’re alone
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep.
And miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Remember. Miles to go before I sleep.
You’ve changed. You’re daring. You’re different in the woods.
“Petrified forest is a lot of dead trees in the desert that have turned to stone. Here’s a good specimen.”
“So that was once a tree? Hmmm. Petrified forest, eh? Suitable haven for me.”
The ents are going to war! It is likely we go to our doom. The last march of the ents.
Typical of Victor Von Doom to build a 30 foot statue of himself.
I’m hyperventilating! Does anyone have a giant paper bag?
What is wrong with you?
My cholesterol’s a little high.
I got a bad feeling about this.
Listen… you smell something?
What an incredible smell you’ve discovered.
You smell like a skunk.
You smell that? Do you smell that?.. Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for twelve hours. When it was all over I walked up. We didn’t find one of ‘em, not one stinkin’ dink body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like… victory. Someday this war’s gonna end…
I fought for three reasons. I can’t remember what they were. The first reason gets you in, and the reason when you are in is staying alive. I won’t know the reason they find afterwards, but it will be a very good one for why it was fought. I’m sure I’ll be glad.
Back home, I tell people what I do for a living and they think well, now that figures. But over here, it’s a big, a big mystery. So, I guess I’ve changed some. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve changed so much my wife is even going to recognize me, whenever it is that I get back to her. And how I’ll ever be able to tell her about days like today. Ah, Ryan. I don’t know anything about Ryan. I don’t care. The man means nothing to me. It’s just a name. But if… You know if going to Rumelle and finding him so that he can go home. If that earns me the right to get back to my wife, then that’s my mission.