Jack: Say bye to Room, Ma.Ma: Bye, Room.
Ma and I have decided that since we don't know what we like, we get to try everything.
Talk Show Hostess: When he was born, did it... did it ever occur to you to ask your captor to take Jack away?Ma: Away?Talk Show Hostess: Well, to take him to a hospital, say, leave him there, where he could be found?Ma: Why... why would I do that?Talk Show Hostess: So Jack could be free. Now, this is the ultimate sacrifice, and I understand that, but did you think about him having a normal childhood?Ma: But he had me.Talk Show Hostess: Of course he did. But was that the best thing for him?
One, two, three... There's room, then outer space, with all the TV planets, then heaven. Plant is real, but not trees. Spiders are real, and one time the mosquito that was sucking my blood. But squirrels and dogs are just TV, except lucky. He's my dog who might come some day. Monsters are too big to be real, and the sea. TV persons are flat and made of colors. But me and you are real.
