You know when your Grandma asks you a question? You can answer her. You don't need to say everything to me, okay?
There are so many things out here. And sometimes it's scary. But that's ok. Because it's still just you and me...
Jack: It's because door's open.Ma: What?Jack: It can't really be room if door's open.
Ma: Ssh. Go back to sleep.Jack: Once upon a time, before I came, you cried and cried and watched TV all day, until you were a zombie. But then I zoomed down from heaven, through skylight, into Room. Whoosh-pshew! And I was kicking you from the inside. Boom, boom! And then I shot out onto Rug with my eyes wide open, and you cutt-ed the cord and said, "Hello, Jack!"