i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
Brady: Huh... Never knew that... Maribelle: Good day, Brady/ What are you reading? Brady: Oh! N-nothing, Ma. Maribelle: Don't tell me it's something salacious! Brady: What! No! I don't even know what that word means! Maribelle: Give that here this minute! Let me see... "Proper Diction: A Beginner's Guide"? Brady: ...Happy now? I was gonna surprise ya after I learned how to talk all pretty. Maribelle: Brady, you... Brady: Anyway, what of it?! I'm only doin' it what to get ya off my case! Maribelle: Brady, this book is designed for children seven years or younger... Brady: WHAT?! But it's so tough! Maribelle: I never imagined things were this grim... Brady: L-look, I just wanted to review the basics, yeah? You're always harpin' on the basics! Maribelle: Yes, they're paramount, naturally. But still... Chapter one: "Your Friend, the Noun!" ...This is honestly where you're starting? Brady: H-hey, get off my case! I don't need this! I talk just fine anyway, yeah? Forget all this! I'm'a make like pants and split! Maribelle: Goodness. Just what manner of education did my future self offer that poor boy?