I'm sorry that I'm not nice anymore, but you know what? Maybe if your voice saying "be nice" hadn't been in my head, then maybe I wouldn't have helped the guy with the fucking sick dog!
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.
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.
Old Nick: What is that? !s that a birthday cake?Ma: Mm.Old Nick: You should have told me. I'd have gotten him a present. So how old is he, anyway? Four?Jack: Five.
