Virginia Lewis

— Virginia, please forgive me. I didn't mean to be so rude. It's just that my cycle is coming on. You see, once a month, I get very irrational and angry and I just wanna pick a fight with anyone who comes near me.
— That sounds familiar.

And, when you live every day with all your heart, and you can be happy ever after, even if it's only for a short time.

— You've got a tail?
— Yeah, so? You have succulent breasts, I don't go on about them all the time, do I?

— Oh, it's about time. Where's the wood? For the fire?
— Oh, we couldn't find any.
— Couldn't find any wood? In a forest?

— This could be a long torture session.
— I'll tell you anything you want to know.
— Torture first, then you talk.

— Because your hurt is very great.
— They just split up okay? God! Doesn't that ever happen where you come from?
— Of course not. We either live happily ever after, or we get killed by horrible curses.

— I have a hard time trusting people. I just never wanna jump unless... I'm sure somebody's gonna catch me.
— Oh, I'll catch you. And if I miss for any reason, I'll sit by your bedside and nurse you back to health.

— That's my engagement ring. Oh, and, a singing ring never fails to get his girl. It's destiny. Put it on, put it on.
— Well, all right, I'll just try it on. But I'm not getting married.
— Of course you are, a baby's got to have a father.
— I don't intend to have any children, thank you very much.
— Well, it's a little bit late for that.

— Wolf's not coming out, he must have found the way in.
— Why does that follow? bHe could have just run out of air, and he could be drowned.

I don't remember the night she left, but I remember the morning after because you were trying to make me breakfast and you didn't know where anything was. <...> Well, I knew she'd come back because she'd left all her clothes, you know. She loved her clothes more than anything in the world. And I kept going into her room and checking on them. And then after a few months you suddenly said that we had to get rid of them all, so, I remember folding them all very neatly, and I kept hoping that there was going be, you know, a secret note or something that would be written for me, you know, just to me, telling me that she loved me, and explaining the secret magical reason why she had to go, you know? I mean, I still have this uncontrollable urge to just go up to people and say: «My mother left me, when I was seven». You know, as if that would explain everything. And I miss her. And I hate her. And I miss her. And I feel like I was on a train and it crashed or something, and no one came and rescued me.

I guess you get to a certain age and you realize that nothing exciting is ever going to happen to you. And maybe that's just the way it is. You know, maybe some people just have quiet lives.

— Virginia? Would you say that you were hungry for love and approval but, destined for rejection?
— I'm quite happy as I am thank you.