Narrator: We knew the girls were really women in disguise,
that they understood love, and even death, and that our
job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate
them.
Cecilia Lisbon: Obviously, Doctor, you have never been a
thirteen year old girl.
Cecilia Lisbon: The trees, like lungs, filling with air.
My sister -- the mean one -- pulling my hair.
Tim Weiner: Look, she's laughing, he made her laugh.
Mr. Lisbon: [talking to his plants] Have we photosynthesized
our breakfast today?
Rannie: I baked a pie full of rat poision. I though I could
eat it, you know, without being suspicious. My nana, who
is 86... [starts to break down] she really likes sweets.
She had three pieces.
