“I think clapping is how mourn.”
“My name is Skippito Friskito. (clap-clap)I fear not a single bandito. (clap-clap)My manners are mellow,I'm sweet like the Jell-o,I get the job done, yes indeed-o. (clap-clap)”
“Oh Esperanza!' said Isabel, jumping up and down and clapping.'I think my heart is dancing.”
“Finding is losing something else.I think about, perhaps even mourn,what I lost to find this”
“I think I should be in mourning. Many brain cells were lost in the creation of that orgasm."Trixie chuckled. "I appreciate their sacrifice.”
“When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.”