The things that you live to regret.
Oh, it's such a shame we had to sell our European homes
before you ever got a chance to see them.
A silver lining,
being that my art collections's come home.
These are the Chagall sketches, right?
Don't--let's wait to view them together
after I come back from Daniel's.
You do remember that the doctors revoked your license.
A Testarossa represents my "Salad Days. "
Do you know what that means, Patrick?
I trust they had Shakespeare in Cleveland?
Did he play for the Indians?
"My Salad Days--
when I was green in judgment and cold in blood,"
something with which I'm sure you are familiar.
So now I'll feel free to
settle along with the rest of my happiness.
Not that my happiness has ever been worth anything to you.
You do not have to snap. I was just worried about you.
Oh, like hell you were.
I'm betting you didn't even know I was out of bed.
So stop putting on airs for your unctuous son.
So this is the stowaway-- my temporary home.
You live at a bar?
I thought I was desperate to escape my family.