[Well pale face said. To the eyeball kid. She just goes clank and boom and steam. A halo, wings, horns, and a tail. Shovelling coal inside my dreams. There are no laws. She's made of cream. She's such a scream. Qui bon tres bien, nails in cement.]
[Could her hear drumming her front teeth with her nails.]
[(Alistair) EVERYONE THAT WORKS FOR THE RESTAURANT... NAILS IT. NAILS IT. THEY'VE MADE IT THE RESTAURANT THAT IT IS. THEY REALLY HAVE.]
[3 images. A woman wearing glasses and smiling at the camera. Background pattern. A view of a city. Captions: Screaming babies and stinking diapers. Sharp nails and sharp words. The devil's own aunt for a mother-in-law.]