[visibly disgusted]
Fresh air. The scent of pine. [He hands Pugsley a cigar]
Wednesday, look at all of the other children, their freckles, their bright little eyes, their eager, friendly smiles. Help them.
Fresh air. The scent of pine. [He hands Pugsley a cigar]
Wednesday, look at all of the other children, their freckles, their bright little eyes, their eager, friendly smiles. Help them.