Jack: It's because door's open.Ma: What?Jack: It can't really be room if door's open.
Jack: It can't really be Room if door's open.Ma: Do you want me to close it?Jack: Nah.Ma: Jack, can we go?Jack: Bye, plant. Bye, chair number one. Bye, chair number two. Bye, table. Bye, wardrobe. Bye, sink. Bye-bye, skylight. Ma, say bye-bye to room.
There's so much of "place" in the world. There's less time because the time has to be spread extra thin over all the places, like butter. so all the persons say "Hurry up! Let's get going! Pick up the pace! Finish up now!". Ma was in a hurry to go "boing" up to Heaven, but she forgot me. Dumbo Ma! So the aliens threw her back down. CRASH! And broke her.
Old Nick: [approaching the closet where Jack is hiding] Hey, you want some candy?Ma: Come to bed. Please.Old Nick: Please? Didn't your momma ever teach you any manners, young lady?
