Kit felt bad about shooting those men in the back, but he said they'd come in like that, and they would've played it as down and dirty as they could. And besides, he'd overheard them whispering about how they were only interested in the reward money. With lawmen, it would've been different. They were out there to get a job done and they deserved a fair chance. But not a bounty hunter.
He was handsomer than anybody I'd ever met. He looked just like James Dean.
Then sure enough, Dad found out I'd been running around behind his back. He was madder than I'd ever seen him. As punishment for deceiving him, he went and shot my dog. He made me take extra lessons every day after school and wait there till he came to pick me up. He said that if the piano didn't keep me off the streets, maybe the clarinet would.
SIT DOWN AND BE QUIET!
IT'S CARRIE! (flips and throws the ashtray on the floor with her powers)
SIT DOWN, (grabs her hair and points her finger at Margaret White) you sit there mama and don't say a word 'til I'm goin', I'll be home early, I love you, mama.
Now, erm, I owe you an apology.
No, you don't.
No, no, no. Well, for a long time now I've sold you short. Both of you. I don't really know why. Unless it's because I'm getting old. And I'm very stubborn.
He, he seems so innocent. Almost deliberately naive.
Is that so bad?
Is that so good?
You raised him.
They give me the same song and dance over and over again. He could be hurt or - tortured. They don't give a goddamn about him.
Oh look, really, I don't want to hear any of your anti-Establishment paranoia! I certainly get enough of that from my son.
You're as cozy as barbed wire.



