November 3, 2014 | 0 Comments
Margaret: Jacob, help me pick some flowers from the garden. Jacob: No thanks, Grandma. Margaret: It wasn’t a question.
Margaret: Jacob, help me pick some flowers from the garden. Jacob: No thanks, Grandma. Margaret: It wasn’t a question.
Bellamy: When were you going to tell me I died in 1934?
Elaine: The returned are just people. I don’t want you having these meetings here anymore.
Margaret: I don’t know what you think you saw in the park last night, but I was not there.
Margaret: I can’t imagine what Barbara was thinking, showing up here like the Belle of the ball. If that woman disappears from our life,…
Margaret: Listen to your mother, Jacob.
Maggie: Oh, wow. My mother and her boyfriend aren’t getting along.
Elaine: We all make mistakes, but the ones that love us, forgive us.
Fred: The truth is a slippery thing, these days. Maybe people wanna know, maybe the don’t.
Margaret: I can’t tell you what a joy it is, to see the family gathered around the table like this.