“It's over. Go home.You're my home.”
“It's over. Go home."His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
“I'm done, Travis." He winced. "Don't say that." "It's over. Go home." His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”
“I’m done, Travis.”“Don’t say that.”“It’s over. Go home.”“You’re my home.”
“It's your living room, it's your life, go nuts. You like Home Improvement? Tape it and go over it like it's the Zapruder film.”
“I can't get over my disappointment in not being a boy, and it's worse than ever now, for I'm dying to go and fight with Papa, and I can only stay home and knit like a poky old woman (Josephine)”