When Will People Learn That

How Hard Can It Be To Find A Girl And An Elephant For Christ's Sake?

I Am Ninety. Or Ninety-three. One Or The Other.

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.

The Whole Thing's Illusion, [jacob], And There's Nothing Wrong With That. It's What People Want From Us. It's What They Expect.

So What If I'm Ninety-three? So What If I'm Ancient And Cranky And My Body's A Wreck? If They're Willing To Accept Me And My Guilty Conscience, Why The Hell Shouldn't I Run Away With The Circus?