Willer: Yo' knows whut's weird?
Taree: Japanese commercials is weird, cuss it all t'tarnation.
Willer: Yessuh an' also, yo' knows some of th'stars we is lookin' at, doesn't even exist ennymo'e. In th' time thet it takes fo' their light t'retch us, it died, cuss it all t'tarnation. Sploded, cuss it all t'tarnation. Poof! Fry mah hide!
Taree: Were, uhm, dawgone it...thin's rough at th' horspital? (Willer shrugs an' avoids th' quesshun)
Willer: Yo' knows ah used t'love t'look up at them when ah was li'l. It's supposed t'make yo' feel all insignificant but, they made me feel like, like ah was in space. Part of th' stars. Thar's Kinis mino' an' Cassiopia.
Taree: An' th' trimenjus pineapple.
Willer: Uhm, yo'knows ah's not sho'nuff ah remember thet one.
Taree: Oh, it's a majo' one. See them three bright stars right on over thar?
Willer: Yeah.
Taree: An' see them stars along thar? Thet's th' bottom of th' pineapple.
Willer: It's trimenjus.
Taree: Hence th' name. Th' real ones nevah made sense t'me. Ah so't of haf mah own, as enny fool kin plainly see.
Willer: Larn me.
Taree: See htem stars on over thar? "Sho't man lookin' uncomfy." (Both laugh) "Moose gittin' a sponge bath." Mmm, dawgone it.. "Li'l pile o'crackers." Thet was a bit of a stretch. Yo' does it. Whut in tarnation'd yo' call mmm, dawgone it...thet one?
Willer: Hmmm, less see. A huge fallin' meteo' about t'crash into sumpin.
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She's my everything!
