:52:02
It's not important.
:52:03
Like hell, it's not.
Tell us. What was it?
:52:08
Okay, she had just turned three.
:52:11
She was looking out the
picture window on Locust Street,
:52:14
and it was early in the morning,
but it was already sunny.
:52:19
She was just gazing out the window,
and she turned back to me,
:52:24
and she said, "Oh, Mother,
don't you just love every day?"
:52:34
That was me.
:52:38
It was!
:52:40
April was six when
we lived on Locust Street.
:52:44
Is that right?
:52:46
Well, what about the crayon drawing
:52:49
she did of the Mayflower...
the one you had framed?
:52:52
- That was me, too.
- Cut it out!
:52:54
I'm sorry, but it's important
that we're accurate here.
:52:57
- These are my memories, too.
- Are you sure?
:53:00
She's absolutely right,
God freakin' dammit.
:53:02
Just off the top of my head,
I have one.
:53:05
She was... I don't know how old,
:53:07
but she was wearing
a pink nightgown.
:53:11
That was me.
:53:14
- I'm kidding.
- Funny. Very funny.
:53:17
And I was coming back
from a trip, or maybe not,
:53:21
but I came into her room,
and she was sleeping...
:53:27
in her crib, and it was lovely.
:53:30
- That's it?
- Yes, that's it.
:53:34
That's lovely.
:53:35
No, it's not. Your happiest moment?
She was asleep!
:53:40
I didn't say it was
my happiest moment,
:53:42
it's just what came to mind.
:53:47
Joy
Momh?
:53:53
Joy, watch...!
:53:58
- What are you doing?
- It's shitty, Jim.