No good ever comes from dredging up the past--
Well, as difficult as it may be
for either of us to remember, my dear,
we had some good times.
Oh, that would call into question your definition of "Good."
As you can see, in lieu of a proper muse,
I'm forced to turn to photographs
to rouse my recollection for my memoirs.
Do you care to take a trip with me down memory lane?
Oh, my goodness,
look how beautiful and innocent he was.
- Had we even settled on a name yet? - No.
Daniel was still "Baby boy Grayson."
And now he's marrying that charlatan.
Oh... this again.
Listen, after your little stunt at Emily's bridal luncheon,
you are one loosely veiled speech away from the looney bin.
Reel it in, Victoria.
I was showing him the truth.
Just let him be.