Life zei :
Schreeuwen jullie ook altijd:
AIRFORCE ONE HAS JUST BEEN HIT, I REPEAT, AIRFORCE ONE HAS JUST BEEN HIT.
Of doe ik dat alleen zelf?
Nee, dat doe wij niet. Wel schreeuwen we vaak:
The Sunday before you killed my wife... Teri and I went to the boardwalk in Venice just watching all the rollerbladers and musicians, laughing at the crazy people, spending time together. And Teri sees this sno-cone stand. She giggles like a kid. She takes off running, she wants to get in line, she wants one. I remember I was watching her, I was just... I couldn't help myself. When I look up at her she's talking to this old lady in line behind her and the two of them are laughing, and I'm thinking to myself, how the hell does she do that. How does she strike up a conversation with an absolute stranger? And they just start laughing. Like they'd been friends forever. That's a GIFT. I remember thinking, God, I wish I could do that. But I can't. That was Teri. My wife. That's what you took from this world, Nina. That's what you took from me, and my daughter. I just wanted you to know that.
Gewoon....voor de gein.