They're like chalk and cheese.
My God, that's Hillary.
That's Hillary!
I don't understand that sort of morality.
One is light-hearted and roguish.
When I play doctor, I play doctor.
Shouldn't those go in your ears?
I know, it just confuses me.
As the other is angry and bitter.
What is it like being married to a metal chicken, everything touches you?
A poignant tale.
Judge, you can't leave him!
Why not?
Because he's dying.
Of reconciliation.
We need some time.
Why?
Because I'm not ready to cry over you yet.
Tribute, 8.35, Wednesday.