Jenny Lewis
- Portions for Foxes
There's blood in my mouth because I've been biting my tongue all week. I keep on talking trash, but I never say anything. And it's bad news... I'm just bad news. I know I'm alone if I'm with or without you, but just being around you offers me another form of relief. Because you're damage control for a walking corpse, like me, like you.
Rhett Butler - Gone with the Wind.
- Bonnie Blue
It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
Ida Scott Taylor - Lucas Scott
- OTH
Ida Scott Taylor once wrote: Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone; and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering.
Narrator - Amelie.
- September 28th, 1997.
September 28th, 1997. It is exactly 11am. At the funfair, near the ghost train, the marshmallow twister is twisting. Meanwhile, on a bench in Villete Square, Felix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe. Meanwhile, at the Sacre Couer, the nuns are practicing their backhand. The temperature is 24 Degrees Celsius, humidity 70%, atmospheric pressure 990 millibars.
Clementine - The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.
- Am I ugly?
Am I ugly? When I was a kid, I thought I was. Sometimes I think people don't understand how lonely it is to be kid, like you don't matter so, I'm eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, "You can't be ugly! Be pretty!" It's weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.
Jenny Lewis
- Rabbit Fur Coat
I was of poor folk but my mother had a rabbit fur coat... then a girl of less character pushed her down the LA River, hand over that rabbit fur coat. She put a knife to her throat, hand over that rabbit fur coat... when my mom refused, the girl kicked dirt on her blouse, said "Stay away from my mansion house." My mother really suffered for that, spent her life in a gold plated body cast, now you ask did she get the girl back... She paid a visit to that mansion house.
